In the Dwindling Light
As the sun dips down,
the last rays reach out –
making the water glisten
as they kiss the day goodbye.
The last notes of the nightingale,
clinging to the dwindling light,
strike a bittersweet lullaby.
Sleepy moths catch quick naps
before their nightly flights
toward the moon’s irresistible glow.
The dimming sunlight caresses
the birds’ nests; warming the eggs
one final time before the mothers
return home to doze.
The sun now sinks ever so low
as wolves prepare for the arrival
of the full moon.
They cannot wait to howl their hello.