Prize-winning poet and artist Catherine Hyde celebrates the magic of the night from dusk till dawn as she follows the owl’s journey. I turn to the old orchard where she hunts: a ghost glimmering sweet heart of the moon. Swooping between trees, a beating clock of claw and feather, hush winged, in half light As we sleep, the forest comes to life. The owl swoops. Moths dance in the moonlight, fireflies mimic the stars, a stag grazes, badgers burrow, foxes prowl, ferns catch the dew. Resplendent, arresting artwork sit alongside an original poem. Prepare to be enchanted by the creatures of the night.