Dandelions Disappear at Night
In the full light of day
Every weed
Every buzzing creature
Is out under the sun
Invading space
Choking thriving plants
Scaring the children
Following them and us
In this blistering heat
In the full moon light
Cool, misty breezes
Stillness, silence
Except for soft night sounds
Of predators that hide in the shadows
Now, looking across the same grassy field
The dandelions disappear at night
But I know they are still there.