These Are My JOTtings, Part #2

Peaceful Night

With silence felt the dark's a robe
as ears begin to ring.
So oft life's sounds crowd past the lobe,
that none could stop and sing.

The crickets bow their violins,
the toads each bass doth strum.
The nightingales sing songs to men
as porches bid them, "Come."

The yard so bright a show to watch
as fireflies pirouette.
Eye candy sweet as butterscotch,
a sight I'll ne'er forget.

With eyes closed tight, I start to hear
the nightly symphony
of breezes through the trees so clear.
What hope God speaks to me!

Large trucks upon the highway groan.
Dark cougars scream and wait.
A chittering squirrel upon his throne
protects his brood and mate.

Reflections on the glassy lake,
remembered cause me to look.
The stars en masse an Earth-sky make.
Their bliss an unwrit book.

The whippoorwill and mockingbird,
now strive for mastery.
A deer lopes through the yard unheard
reminding me, "Be free."

by Jay O'Toole
on June 2nd, 2020