The Visitor

Night creeps in on ghost feet, crawling o’er the hill.
We draw it close around us, as though we’ve had our fill
of sunlight’s lighter glories, ready now perhaps
for shadowed imaginings and black cats on our laps.

Night has different talents—dark, occult and deep.
They stir our dreams and cause us to call out in our sleep.
Acting out the shadows is what our dreams are for.
Surely without night time, our days would be a bore.

For Jennifer’s Halloween Challenge.