Night Opus

Silhouettes whisper on the evening breeze
as the sun seeks her slumber behind the trees.
With glimpses of gold on a pink chiffon sea
and branches like hands steal the daylight from me.
Sitting quiet and still, I watch the great show
as the moon makes his entrance, silent and slow.
I gaze at the sky in awe of the sight
as the first evening star dances, twinkling bright.
The drone of the crickets filling the night,
the tap-tapping of moths hypnotized by the light,
Howls of the coyotes, calls from birds I can't see,
Providing the music of the night around me.
The rustle of leaves expose cats on the prowl,
suddenly silenced by the hoot of an owl.
In this quiet moment I rise from my place,
swatting mosquitoes that light on my face.
Returning inside and closing the door,
I open it again for the waiting encore.
The song of the night and the stars in the sky,
while the cool evening breeze bids a haunting goodbye