The Whispers Of The Night Poem by Alexie Whitman

The sun has set
Darkness has blanketed us
The wind is howling and with it the leaves rustle
Through the clouds the moon is peeping
And the almost never visible stars are gushing
The clouds as if its about to pour
All roads emptied, abandoned and bored
Just when I see a bundle of joy
A little family of four walking by
They soon disappear and the dogs come along
Barking almost every written song
They next discuss the talk of the town
And soon in the darkness they drown
Everything becomes quiet and calm again
As i close my eyes I hear the owls hooting and the crickets chirping
Shortly after, their voices fade away
And I open my eyes to fire flames swaying in the sky
The mesmerizing fireflies who guide through their light
Soon i drift off to sleep
And dream about the whispers of the night