I see the sun, say goodbye,

as I wait restlessly

to dominate the winter sky,

along with my spots of light

or sometimes spotlessly.

I m the Night.

I am in colour.

But whether I am happy

or wear a face of despair,

is up to the storyteller.

I am the Night.

Bats welcome me with great pleasure,

and so do the owls.

I watch many a predator of nocturnal wildlife,

and hear a number of howls.

I am the Night.

Spatika C Jayaram, IX, National Public School, Bangalore