Mystery’s of the day are few and far between.

Mystery’s of the night are much more than they may seem.

One may think night is all dark,

They have not seen the inciting spark,

To which some go for a lark,

A difference so stark.

Dark is a sky with out stars,

No fireflies or lightening bugs.

Dark is a land with no sounds,

No crickets to chirp,

Creeks to run, uninterrupted by by the sun.

For:

Night ...