• Evening doth come,
    In the light of the moon,
    In the absence of the sun,
    Shielding the earth in a cocoon.
    The sky is a deep dark blue,
    And the stars shine bright,
    It creates a beautiful hue,
    Every evening onto night.
    The coyote and wolf that howl,
    To the other members of their pack,
    Every night they prowl,
    Taking their usual pace and track.
    They know the sun will rise soon,
    In the absence of their beloved moon.