Music Of The Night Poem by jeanne harmon

It’s 12 am on a Saturday
And although all seems quiet the night plays it’s own special tune
The summer wind blows
Through the trees and I listen intently
It seems as if they are trying to whisper secrets to us
The crickets chirp all around me
A single bird sings a little tune
And then a dog begins to howl at the moon
Although it seems to be late
People are still driving home on the interstate
The wind blows
And a rusty old fence begins to squeak in protest
A cat lies nearby purring softly after a long night’s quest
A man lies in his bed snoring loudly and has forgotten about all his plight
Put all these sounds together and you get the Music of the Night.