As the darkness
falls when the
choir of grasshoppers
and crickets sing,
the spiders weave
their beds.
and the wide-
faced owls screech
in the dark.
The highways and
roads are
vacant with
few streetlights.
When morning comes,
the sparkle of dewdrops
lay on the leaves
and nighttime is
ended right there.

Through the 3rd Eye was supported in its inception by the Grand Rapids Humanities Council and is currently made possible by continued volunteer effort and private support. Copyright 2013.