Midnight

Midnight The sound of rain hitting the roof on a very dark night The mystical feeling you get when alone gazing at the stars so bright The smell of the mist rising glowing trapped by the street lamp light The howl of the dog in the far distance as a cat meows in fright The silence of the street as everyone is asleep as now its midnight The owls and bats fly around near the barn close to a burial site The tombstones are but markers on green velvet grass to show last rite The black branches spike the sky like hands reaching to feel the winds bite The road is long and leads nowhere but the forest where strange creatures fight The sheep start bleating and the noise brings unrest as wolves teeth shine razor white The farmer turns on the porch light but sees nothing as it was just the barn door shutting tight.