Go to sleep the night is upon us.
The calm before dawn ensures tranquility.
But why rest when neither tired nor sleepy?

When the afternoon gives way for evening
The day walkers retreat back into burrows
And the night creatures escape from the hollows.

Wreaking mischeif and howling in the night.
The fun begins once the sun sets yonder.
What buffoonery and mirth can we plunder?

Must be hasty however for time is scarce.
The crack of dawn is but a world's turn away.
This blanketing twilight is not here to stay.

Go to sleep the day is rising upon us.
When they come out the merriment is ceased.
And we wait again until the light has decreased.