I can hear
The ticking of the clocks;
The motion of the fan above my head.
I can hear
The rustling of the green leaves;
The whistling of the cold breeze.
I can hear
The barking of dogs at a distance;
The meowing of cats outside my window.
I can hear them
Create a perfect harmony
As though they were a choir.
I can hear them
Play their music to me
In this dead, silent night.
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YOU ARE READING
Mystifying
Poetry❝Because our world is full of mystifying surprises.❞ Just a small town girl sharing her words with the big wide world.
