Night's Realm - Larissa Ransom

Two dim bulbs glow
amongst the darkness.
Beneath,
shadows writhe:
trees, arms knotted,
tangled,
reaching toward sky
like beggars on the street.

Yet they are not the lowliest beings
during the reign of Night.

In the heavens
dark grey smudge hides
the moon,
the stars,
And the two dim bulbs do flicker,
blink.

And the mouse,
scurrying in Autumn’s late harvest,
does not see
the threat above.

Owl strikes.