The night was playing shadows.

The moon was riding high.

I was listening from under sheets.

Either I was tired, or I was shy.

The sounds came from the alley.

A desperate haunting moan.

I couldn’t tell if I was dreaming.

But I desired to be alone.

There’s a distant rolling thunder.

And a cool breeze foretells rain.

I wonder where the cat is.

And it’s back to sleep again.