When the darkness gathers into the night,  

As the sun sinks below the planes,  

I stretch my wings and take flight,  

From in the shadows, to where the light sustains.  

I search for company, even if doesn't remain,  

And watch the night-time's creatures stir.   

While waiting for someone's path to obtain,  

I look at the bushes and firs.  

Below me in the grass I see a red blur,  

As from its burrow a young fox emerges.  

With twinkling eyes and shining fur,  

With him, my shadow converges.  

I follow above the fox, and he runs as the river diverges,  

From its normal way, the usual path.  

Away from where the water surges, 

And is filled with an unprovoked wrath.   

The water trickles out into a strath,  

Cliffs rising above, divine.  

And under the moon's light, it baths, 

 Glowing with an otherworldly design.  

I pass over the rivers as their paths intertwine,  

On my way home from a place unknown.  

I sigh a soft cry to show a sign,  

That the world can be dark, yet is benign.