Come feel the cool and shadowed breeze,
come smell your way among the trees,
come touch rough bark and leathered leaves:
Welcome to the night.

Welcome to the night, when mice stir and furry moths flutter. When snails spiral into shells as orb spiders circle in silk. When the roots of oak trees recover and repair from their time in the light. When the porcupette eats delicacies—raspberry leaves!—and coos to its mother.

Come out to the cool night woods, and buzz and hoot and howl—but beware, for it's wild and it's windy way out in the woods!

From the dust jacket