Whispers of the night

In the hush of night, and in winter’s way A whisper of the night drifts softly on their way While the crunch of leaves beneath my feet falls. The buzz of crickets, a rhythmic call, As the distant howl of the wind begins to stir. A gentle drip from the eaves overheard, While shadows creep and the night turns red, I drift off to sleep my head filled with dread. The thump of a heart and a click of a door Echoing dreams in the silence that soar. With a bang of a branch, the world seems alive, In this symphony of night, I feel myself thrive. The sizzle of stars in the cool midnight air, Each sound a reminder that magic is there.