The tundra is still at night.
As seals gather on ice floes in the bay,
there’s only the moon’s guiding light.

The huskies bundle together airtight,
noses tucked under tails until the rising of day,
the tundra is still at night.

Musk oxen protect their young from the wind’s bite,
against the wolves looking for easy prey.
There’s only the moon’s guiding light.

Ptarmigans try not to take flight
in the snow hoping not to become a buffet.
The tundra is still at night.

The snowy owl glides on wings silent and white,
searching for a mouse to flay.
There’s only the moon’s guiding light.

All is tranquil around the campsite
though this frozen prairie gives no leeway.
The tundra is still at night,
there’s only the moon’s guiding light.