I listen to the night, my eyes closed.
First, the whistling sound of the cold wind
Blowing down those who dare to be out.
The rustling sounds of leaves that have fallen
coming from a far distance.
I listen to the night, my eyes closed.
The sound of car engines floats in the air
with the squeals of the brakes passing by.
A roaring stampede surrounds the town
as the train passes through.
I listen to the night, my eyes closed.
The whispers from a dancing tree,
an owl who hoots noisily atop it.
Below it comes the chanting sound of crickets
as their wings brush along the comb-like teeth under another wing.
I listen to the night, my eyes closed.