Night Sounds Of Suburbia - Poem by Jean Young
The moon is obscured by the clouds.
Not one star twinkles in the black
Crickets chirp happily in the hedges.
A car slithers by: it's headlights
penetrating the darkness.
Down the street, in someone's yard a
dog barks urgently.
Far in the distance an ambulance
wails its sad
and mournful song.
In their houses the people sleep on
Lulled by the night sounds of
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