Dark and cold,

The day grows old.

For some, it’s a fright,

For me, it’s just right.

A perfect time for me,

A time I feel free.

I live with the deer,

I live without fear.

The moonlight shines,

What beautiful times.

In the midnight hour,

I become full of power.

I run, jump and shout,

No cares, I have no doubt.

Running around like a sprite,

As I roam during the night.