Arlo stared at the sky as it faded from a blue to a reddish-orange to an almost black blue. He fixed his position from crossed legs to laying on the faded green grass. A smile played on his soft lips as he tapped lightly on the ground. His baby blue eyes were half-lidded, almost dulled from the lack of sleep.

  He stayed quiet, thoughts almost clouding his brain in a hazed manner. He did love the Butterflies, but they kept him up almost all night. Don't ask how... they just did.

  A sigh escapes from his lips as his eyes close. He could still slightly see the fading light from the bright, unblinking ball of gas humans call a Sun.
  His feathers ruffled only slightly in the gentle breeze that wafted around aimlessly. The thoughts that clouded his brain soon enough became a quiet static in the back of his head, overpowered by the quiet whispering of the breeze that surrounded him.

  As he drifted off into the welcoming arms of sleep, he could only slightly hear what the breeze was whispering.

Be careful, little bird, for darkness will soon arrive.
Be wary of those who seem suspicious
And keep those you hold dear, close to you.
As you protect this world.
Good luck, little bird, and let the moon guide you.