Nether spirits dwell

In shadows and dark places

Hidden from the sun

Alongside black spiders and scorpions

And all manner of crawling creature

Such nether spirits

Dance in the light of the moon

And the fuller the moon

The more they dance

For moonlight is to nether spirits

As sunlight is to plants and animals

They drink and bathe in moonshine and morning dew

And with twilight advancing, retreating, in endless repetition

Advance and retreat upon the world

And invade our dreams and haunt the darker recesses of our abodes

They speak to us in various ways, through the wind, and the creaking of boards,

The tinkling of chimes, the dripping of faucets, and humming of refrigerators and highwires

The sighing of boughs in trees, even in the chanting of birds and the buzzing of bees.