Sitting in a rocking chair <br />on a porch in a summer eve. <br />A warm breeze drives <br />the garden fragrances through the air. <br />You close your eyes and relax <br />and listen to the music of the night, <br />to the creatures of the night time <br />calling through the stillness to be found. <br />The leaves rustling <br />pushed by the warming breeze, <br />the lonely hoot of a wise old owl <br />perched high somewhere, <br />the chirping of the crickets <br />in their mating call <br />and the almost silence <br />of a bat’s flapping wing. <br />Those are just a few of the sounds <br />you’ll hear as you relax back <br />and listen to the music of the night. <br /> <br />27 March 2008<br /><br />David Harris<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/music-of-the-night-3/
