I quietly search in the dead of the night, for some sort of creature, some sort of light. But everyone is quiet, all around is still, So i continue the search for my next meal spreading my wings, Towards the sky, I Jump off the ground, and continue to fly. I really don't know, what i will find But in the end No one will mind Everyone who lives, soon fades from sight So who really cares if i just have one bite? (Just trying to practice my Poem skills :P)