An Eerie Night Poem by Ray Hansell

The night is deathly silent
As the moon lights the sky
High above I see a plane
But I cannot here it fly

I see a figure on the pavement
Walking, at a very rapid pace
I can't tell if it's a man or woman
Because I cannot see their face

In the distance I faintly hear voices
But I don't know what the're saying
I see no lights coming from a church
But I hear God's followers praying

I walk past a row of houses
Standing all alone
I can tell as I walk by
That inside no one is home

The moon light is very bright
The only light to be found
Walking alone on the city streets
Can make one's heart just pound

The dark streets of a city
Can be a very eerie place
It is this kind of solitude
That most people don't embrace


4-12-19/RjH