The Night Crow

Of course, I am white. I glow
Like a ghost in the least light.
I keep out of the day’s light.

I do not need stealth to hunt.
If you can see in the dark
Or the dim, you can see me.

I doubt you’ll look. No one looks.
I just hunt. I stand and wait.
I croak in the dark by creeks

And ponds, like the frogs I eat.
I am small but I’m a beast.
I have to eat. I can see

Things no kinds of eyes but mine
Are known to see—I trace waves
Where moon-struck cats squint at black.

I wake up when the world sleeps.
Well, not the world. The great world
Wakes with me. You keep your dream.