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