Memories | A Collection of Poems

Night Has Fallen

Silence.
Utter silence.
The country crickets quiet their song
The wind stops brushing the trees
The grass stops blowing throughout the fields
There's no buzzing of the bees

Wary
All are wary.
Nothing natural about the silence
Nothing right about the dark
For if the light hadn't left us
Night wouldn't leave its mark

All of the sunlight gone
Not a single creature prowlin'
For nothing right's awake
Once the night has fallen