Night Creeper

I'm the silent creek of the floor board The quiet steps you never hear The spirit that wonders When the dark of night covers I know the owls that hoot at twilight I see them still under silvery stars Listening in on soft leaf rustles With keen eyes searching for muse I'm the thoughts woven by night The words read by day light A nocturnal creature stirred by sunsets Into alertness away from my own shadow I like to tiptoe with time counting its steps I know the tricks it plays after dusk How it sneaks past drifted dreamers Hurrying minutes and cutting corners I'm one of those who Catch the first drops of dew I know too all shades of the moon From dainty crescents to rare blue hues I know colors lying between grey and black I weave in and out of folds of the dark My kind are stealthy roamers Creepers of the slumber cloaked world