The sounds of the night,
As you lay in bed.
When you turn off the lights,
Play in your head.
Rustling leaves, and crickets that sing,
Branches on the window pane.
Comforting sounds of so many things,
Along with tiny drops of rain.
The sounds of the night, still comfort me,
Just like when I was small.
With the advent of morning, they usually flee,
Back over the garden wall.
11/09/10 Alton Texas
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