Birds should unionize.

Have you ever just been terrified?
Heart stopping, blood-draining kinds of horror.

Not because you visited the Shark Tunnel or because your mother jumped out at you from behind the refrigerator (both are tremendously scary events, believe me on that.), but just because you feel like this night is a night to fear.

Nights can so often bring such distasteful ends to perfectly wonderful days.
I blame it on nice bugs and birds and things.
During the day they do what they're supposed to do and make noise, but then they get lazy and go to sleep, leaving only the buzzing, nasty bugs to take up the music selection.
While in the buzzing quiet perhaps our minds try to make noise for themselves.

Noise like doubt and gloom,
despair and doom,
rainclouds and puddles with no rain boots near by.

I firmly believe in the birds joining the industrial revolution.
Splitting shifts and having night workers.
Perhaps then Night won't be jealous of Daylight.
That could be why he causes such mischief.
Maybe Night is just lonely?