The sudden silence, of the day awoke me

In my comfort of wood, I slept in my tree

Night was moments away, sun was dipping

The west wind, was waking up and whipping

It is time to stretch, my feathered colorful wings

Taking a bright stary flight, watching all things

Hearing the sounds of the dark, leaves turn about

Then ‘it’s time to go to bed’, is heard in a Moms shout

Now my time of flying, is located to the lower ground

Looking very silently, I slow soar down searching around