032410b I Will Miss It Poem by Manonton Dalan

softness in darkness owns
calmness through out night
no journey, no nightmare
just smooth ticks of a clock
broken by early chirping
and movements of curtain

street lights close their lids
reminds me of wilderness
early crowing of a rooster
rustic sound from windmill
dripping dew from gutter
mooing of a mother cow

driveway light shining on frog
cat came smell it but it jumps
vanish somewhere in the yard
cat looks at me and walk away
she left me with glimpse of beauty
from her eyes, a spark of a ray