Call in the cat,

bid the chooks goodnight;

no roaming in the gloaming,

’tis time to say goodnight.

Dew is gently falling

anointing leaf and flower;

silver moonlight calling the

 hedgehog from his bower…

Golden day fades in dwindling light, wrapping itself in red and grey. Soft rustling in the undergrowth, quivering grass, voles and hedgehog pass unseen. Moon waxed full, casts the leaves with silver glitter. Birds fallen silent, only the sound of the far off sea;  sheep bleating, mothers calling home their wayward lambs. Moths and bats, take centre stage, no trapeze required. The mysterious night-time garden is just coming alive….