A Garden at Night

A garden bathed in moonlight,
is not so sound asleep,
For nightfall is the time
when little creepies start their creep.
I ventured out tonight to see what,
little creatures I could find.
To lose the stress of busy day,..
collect the thoughts inside my mind.
I noticed first, a movement fast,
a large sphinx moth was humming by.
Out for the night without a fright,
cause nightime is it's day to fly.
It flew to drink some nectar sweet
from live bouquet of little flowers.
Their colors grayed by loss of light,
I could have sat and watched for hours.
But clitter clatter noises rose,
from distant orchid tree as well,
I had to get a light, to see,
just what that noise, I heard, would tell.
Way high up in an orchid tree,
a fruit rat munching blooms tenfold,
like great big snowflakes some had dropped,
and as they hit the ground they told,
that little buggies out to eat,
would also munch on something sweet.
I looked up into starry night,
With moon so full it overflowed.
It shined the love down in it's light,
upon a serenading toad.
Out singing to attract a queen,
you'd think she'd mind his looks, although,
Just maybe toads are like the frogs,
You kiss them and a prince will grow.
I could have sat and watched for hours,
the hustle bustle going round,
but soon I'll go to work it seems,
and so I left the sights and sounds,
perchance to dream a few more dreams,
Before I leave to do that though,
I'll sit alone at desk to play,
and write this poem just to show,
the world's alive both night and day,
So if you are a friend of mine,
you too may join me out some night,
we'll walk alone to see what's shown,
by nature in the pale moonlight.