What really happens

When the sun goes down,

And the moon rises as if

It is on fire, glowing orange?

Does the street seem longer

Or the lamps dimmer?

Are the crickets

Silenced?

Do you peer through the night,

And see no light at all.

Or instead,

Does the wind howl louder

With noises of other creatures?

Are there extra eyes

Watching from the flowers?

Do you begin to believe,

In magic?