A bellow cracks the silence
and a whimper answers back.
The language of the land I hear,
and now I understand.

I welcome in the dark
and close the door behind it,
but a mournful cry pierces me.
A lonely, aching sound.

And though the night may mock me,
I let reality in.
A flood of disturbance and chaos,
the ticking of time and light.

Disappointed, the wind haunts me
and cold pushes me away.
Unseen eyes watch closely
as I slowly leave the night.