Music of the Night

When the day grows dark,

Animals of the night spring to life.

The small town swept over by the power of the night.

Peace wondering throughout,

Going from one house to the next.

As sleep fell upon them all,

With the croaking of the frogs,

And the whoing of the owls,

Making the lullabies of the night.

All the towns people asleep but one,

One, not able to hear the music of the night.

The night a blur,

With bad thoughts and ideas.

No room for the music.

As the one slept,

Nightmares came and haunted the night.

Not letting the music of the night in.

~Natalie C.