The Sounds Of Darkness Poem by Maddie Shanahan

Darkness, it comes every night
The sounds come with it.
There are crickets humming,
And twigs falling making a thud on the roof.

The roar of a train, the rush of the creek,
The tap, tap, tap of the keyboard typing.
The buzz of my laptop and the sounds of the TV.
The soft, slow howl of the wind.

The sounds of darkness may differ with seasons
But no matter what time or day
The sounds will come.

The roar of a train, the rush of the creek,
The tap, tap, tap of the keyboard typing.
The buzz of my laptop and the sounds of the TV.
The soft, slow howl of the wind