Midnight

As i stand out side,

In the dark blue midnight sky,

I listen closely to the night.

I listen to the river,

rolling down the mountain.

Then I hear a scream,

and then a crack in the woods.

As I crouch down to get a better look,

I see a man,

carrying a woman, 

down the mountain, 

I have now learned,

not to stand out and listen,

because I never, ever, know what i might hear,

As i stand outside, In the dark blue midnight sky.

Author's Note

Just a little poem that i thought of

Reviews

[BrokenJuliet]

Perfect wording.