Night, Sublime

Written by: jack horne

An owl’s hoot
Its lone night-time salute
Echoes eerily from the dark trees

I hear the comforting sounds of the gentle breeze
Whistling outside the house like an old woman’s wheeze

Far off, the village clock strikes one time
The owl hoots at its chime
Night, sublime

Jack Horne, 19th August, for Nette’s Night Melody contest