The day is filled with with wonders that the eye can clearly behold, the moving of the song bird and the sounds of nature are good to the soul.

Yet the shift of life reoccurs everyday, the beautiful fowl turn into mystic hunters hunting prey

Crisp clean feathers start moving about, twisting their heads nearly all the way around and yawning starting to move about.

These nights are full of sleeping while these creatures are out creeping.

Under the moon they have a purpose both good and bad in good and evil.