After Hours

As the sun slowly starts to set,
That’s when the ground gets wet.
The rain sprinkles over the great foliage that lines the floor,
Letting all the animals crawl out, opening many doors.
The soft paws and sharp talons of creatures big and small
Scurry over the land and start little wars.
All this goes on and we may never know,
As we sleep in our beds and the moon starts to glow.