October 10th, 2011

crumpet2

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Nocturne

The whispers of the night – the sound of rain,
cars on wet streets, that hiss as they go by.
A growl of breeze, and something in the sky
that throbs and passes. Streets away, a train.

And in the flat things creak with no-one there
to touch them. In the kitchen, it's a plate
that shifts and makes a sound. It's very late
but outside someone's shuffling on the stair.

They slam a gate; it's on another floor.
A bird. A cat. A switch turns on and off.
Perhaps downstairs. A sudden brutal cough -
someone's unwell. Soon, fast asleep, I'll snore.

Gentle mysterious noises that we hear
awake asleep. It's silence that we fear.