The brightness of day, the prey.
He runs away as fast as he can.
And so the world prepares for their new arrival.
The darkness of night, the predator.
She pounces on the sun and takes it away from us.
For some, this is a crisis,
and they lock themselves inside to turn on their fake suns until the real on returns.
And she allows this,
For she is feminine, and her motherly instincts take over.
For others, it is a celebration,
And they relish in her presence.
Now it is her turn to be the prey,
And his to be the predator.
He chases her away for now,
And the cycle begins anew
Night is now gone and the sun returned.
For some, this is their celebration,
And they flock to and fro to relish in each other's, and his, presence.
For others, Night's disappearance is a crisis.
They try to get into the shadows,
but find that he is more definite in his presence than she.
He is more masculine, and thus his attack more profound.
Adding your comment:
