Nocturnal changes forM 'Lady Wennie
At fall of night the desert lies
silent. Waiting for the moon to rise
Which will reveal the muted tones
of rolling dunes and time worn stones.
This is the time small creatures stir
and seek the food which they prefer.
No longer need to hide away
from the blazing heat of the day.
They have to forage carefully
others are hunting hopefully
.Try to avoid the predators
prepared to kill without remorse
The desert lifeless through the day
by night becomes a place to prey.
poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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