The Cold Night Felt If It Would Last For Ages Poem by Gert Strydom

The cold night felt if it would last for ages
while the wind was trying to shake the windows
and I went in and out of sleep,
imagining evil creatures prowling around outside,
heard a owl calling, some cats snarling at each other
and could hardly catch any sleep
until in the distance
I could hear the first cock crowing.

The morning was sunny and bright,
but still a cold winter's day
with ripe lying white on the grass
and it felt if I was sleepwalking
until the sun was setting.