Rarely will this window open;
Often it’s sealed tight;
For when it happens to be left open,
Sounds creep in from the night.

A train whistle is blaring and blowing;
This occurs ev’ry hour or so,
Shortly afterward frogs begin croaking;
This is how it seems to go.

Maple leaves toss and turn;
While their whispers fill the air,
Nearby crickets are quick to learn,
They may chirp as loud as they dare.

The raindrops tap out their dance,
Allowing sleep to slowly come;
A clap of thunder breaks the trance;
Sounds beat like a steady drum.

My parents say, “Keep the window open”
Quickly, I shut it tight;
For when it happens to be left open,
Sounds creep in from the night.