Night Fall

I walked along the stream,
Letting the long grass tickle my toes,
Letting the soft dirt, Get to my feet,
The water trickles to my feet,
From the stream,
The turtle on a smooth stone,
Is basking in the sun,
For the sun is high in the sky,
And the coolest hours will come soon,
Then the owl,
Wakes from my walking,
Cries out long and loud,
And the fish sink from the surface,
And the turtle hides in the long grass,
The owl,
He rides the air,
Long and hard,
For it is dusk,
The owl preys at nightfall,
The mouse scurries along in the tall grass,
Whoosh! The owl comes in one foul swoop,
To collect its prize,
The mouse.