music of the nightA Poem by annie leewhat i hear when the lights are off
i am an old woman lying alone in my bed in the eerie half-light of ready lights on all the electronics scattered about the room. i shove a pillow against the glare of the digital clock.
i am an old woman listening to the night, as countless old women have done across immeasurable time, wondering when the night will come that never ends. you think i care? i don’t care. the night is peaceful. in eager anticipation of the approaching rainy season, a few frogs croak cheerfully. although there is the occasional soft hoot of an owl, the birds are always silent at night. now and then the dead leaves blanketing the terrace betray stealthy steps of a creature on the hunt. frantic rustling in the undergrowth of the wild green belt down the hill tells the tale of prey, sometimes punctuated with a strangled cry or a defiant snarl. coyotes howl from distant rocky points on lonelier hills, a nervous rooster crows, a dog or two yip at the moon. it is the music of the night. © 2013 annie leeFeatured Review
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15 Reviews Added on October 5, 2013 Last Updated on October 5, 2013 Tags: night, solitude, old woman, music of the night Authorannie leePrunedale, CAAboutI'm a tough old broad who spent almost 30 years at Ma Bell, and that is high level training for surviving in the jungle. Thank you for your patience. I am retired from the Unix and Linux world, but w.. more..Writing
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