Waiting for silence.

Blackish brown, oh heavens high' you sing to the solitude of the night

There in the darkness
Underground, a peaceful serinade before the light

What tiny eyes and sencory feelers, each song you know by heart

And within the chords of loneliness, another takes its part

Like little notes of a sheet, joining together in the nights calling hours

A tiny stampede of critter like magic, speaking in tongue beneath the lulling moon

A gentle tune, yet constant annoyance, my ears turn peace to an anxious wait

Late, late - and later still
Waiting for silence

Yet cricket's sing not of joy, but a freedom call

So I close my eyes in the night, darker than their shadows found

And bless the moon , that they serinade, from a hiding hole in the ground.