Who Speaks At Night

   

I sit

In the illuminated circle of my driveway



Around me

Mosquitoes buzzing, Bats chirping

and my shadow is cast upon the newly cut grass

Which borders my driveway



What lies outside

My enlightened domain?



The birds cackle



I can hear

but I am blinded by the blackness



The warm and clever night



In a distance

A sole street lamp beams down

Dimly

resting on the lonely quiet

road



Why is it so calm?

so peaceful



The blue spruce

My only wooded ally (or does it collaborate)

the rest

just shadows in the darkness



My ears are muffled

A rumbling sound

rolls

caressing the treetops



A flash!

My eyes glow

reflect the dazzlement



The explosive lightning



The storm is coming



Birds cackle

Bats chirp, mosquitoes buzz

and my shadow is still cast in the night



All is calm before the storm

The compassionate breeze

brushes softly across my cheek



A flash!

and my shadow is still cast

carpeting each blade of evening dew

that borders my driveway.