Listen Hard

Linking with Toni's wonderful Wednesday Muse for Night Sounds
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The day has eyes; the night has ears. ~David Fergusson

In the suburbs one only hears sirens

 and creeks in the halls

no owls no frogs

nor cricket calls

You have to venture

To your own back yard

To hear nature’s voice

In the suburbs you must listen hard.

©Carrie Van Horn 2019

Note:  When I was a child I used to stay with my babysitter a lot and she lived on a farm right off the I-35 freeway.  Of course, they kept their windows open to have a breeze and throughout the night you could hear the semi-trucks barreling down the highway.   We were in the middle of a beautiful farm with all the animals you would imagine a farm would have, and that is the sound that I heard most at night.  It was soothing in a way.  A periodical hum that put me to sleep many a night and yet would wake me up as well.  

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Thief

Regret has an anthem that echoes in the silences of the night.

It blankets with doubt, and steals rest with it's own blunt knife.

All the missed calls, cracked china ,and dying gardens of the day,

are like open caskets that were meant to be closed, but I will look anyway.

The luxury to forget all the mundane and colossal will not be found,

for all the shadows blends in like a face is to a shroud.

Yet, like a long illness, rest will certainly come soon enough,

as it passes through the remains of what could have been ,and all that never was.

Prompt 2  Insomnia

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