Night Thoughts

Night comes silently, upon the hills. No siren wails, or horn that trills. No city lights, to blink and flash. No noise or threats, its’ peace to slash. Just a blanket, of darkness soft. Is all I see, from my loft. A mouse darted across, a field of snow. An owl rises, I watch it go. The mouse screamed, I heard it die. My peace was gone, I wanted to cry. I know that violence, is a night thing too. It is what all , the night creatures do. Though the violence of men, is of a different kind. The thoughts of night, were heavy on my mind. I drifted off to sleep, moon light on my face. With thoughts of you, out there some place. I don’t know how, and I don’t know where. May God watch over you, because I still care.