NIGHTTIME

Night, black nights, When falcons – half asleep Among eaglets – Listened to the disrespectful Hoot of owls. Night, dark nights, When, half way to dawn, The moon spent most time In the clouds unfelt, Weary of sleep, I listened to the chirping of crickets. Night, dreadful nights, When out in the passage I sensed unseen guests – Discern by neighborhood dogs – Discussed among them Matters immaterial to the press. Nights of wonderful wonders That – through the storm, Through the rasping of tree branches, Through the night birds, Through silence – Finally convinced the wanderers To come back home.