Night

It was nighttime in the silent neighborhood;
Time for the light to become darkness,
And the darkness to come to life.
As the sun falls below the towering mountain,
Shrouding the houses in deep twilight,
There are quiet whispers flowing through the trees;
The silence of the day is slowly being broken.
There is a rustling in the bushes around the little cul de sac,
As the shadows seem to come to life;
Murmurings and suggestions
Ring through the vegetation and between the dark residences.
As the humans go to sleep,
The night awakens.
Howls fill the sky, while bats
Flap out of the shivering leaves of the trees;
There are hoots of complaint as irritated owls
Emerge from their hollows of the trunks.
The night is more alive than it seems to the average being.



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