There in the light of the resurrected day
After the darkness of evening, comes the dawn
Herds act like human tribes
Awash in the silence and golden sun
There they find a peaceful respite
For when a warming sun begins to soar
As midday arrives
The fields are empty
But for human activity
And the birds of prey aloft
The deer are content to wait
Long after they'd come out to graze
Feeding before the day's heat
Eager to escape the stalkers
Their hunters of two legs and four
Soon it turns late
The light smothered
But for the moon
The sun is devoured
By the night's dark cover
