On Darkest Nights

On darkest nights when moon is gone,

The streetlight shines, your path too long.

The lamps are few and far between,

The shadows loom, they seem so mean.

Don’t look back, just keep the pace,

Don’t run all scared, it’s not a race.

Listen well, discern a sound,

Some creature has to be around,

To snap that branch or scuff that walk,

Put up your hood, don’t make a squawk.

You must get home and safe again,

Stop freaking out, too scared you’ve been.