NaPoWriMo Day 13

You and the Dark

Every day, when the sun sets – you welcome the dark.
It embraces you like a cool lover in the dark.

It calls to you, screaming your name, yearning for you
to join it, like a friend lost in the cosmic dark.

It licks you, nuzzles you before growling, snapping
like a wolf pack hunting at midnight in the dark.

It watches you like night time owls – wide eyed and keen,
watching as you scurry around – no light, just dark.

It smells you – the fear, the thrill, the lust, the loathing
as it wafts off you in the gentle windy dark.

I, Meg have lived through this phenomenon of night.
I, too have embraced the soul of the endless dark.