The sun sets upon the western horizon of the Earth.  As the night comes in and day ends it is the same tale over and over again. Some creatures awake while others go to bed, in the trees or the hollow ground in a den at a house or on the grass instead. I look out in the black of the night. Unable to rest my head from the long days. A deer in the yard grazing on the grass a owl in the tree about to take flight. Stray cats in the woods ready for a fight. I take time to look at all these things and just am happy that it isn't me. I am inside safe at home, and glade that I am all alone. It may seem sad to say that but it is true I am happy to be me and not out in the world like an animal, struggling to make it on my own I have parents who care, a family though sometimes I wish they were not there. I can count on them though when I need help as well  I head to a warm bed every night, though it is too warm it is a little uncomfortable. There is always a time for sleep and a time for play. Or so that is what everyone say But now it is time to go to bed to get some rest for the day of work ahead.