Summer Nights

I smother my face In the coolness of the nighttime breeze, Gently chafing my cheeks Singing its nocturnal lullaby, And the soft creaking of my rocking chair Adding to the melody I watch As what remains of the warm amber glow Gradually begins to fade Into the darkness Of indigos and violets I then start to notice The routinely chain of events unraveling From the corner of my eye Brief, minuscule bursts Of bright green light Infiltrate the air, grass and trees All around The indifference Of a thousand chirps Emanate from the encompassing world Advising me to give in To my arising slumberous tendencies I obey. A loud rustling Jolts me from my state And I awaken, startled As a vast shadow Startlingly bursts through From, precisely, nowhere My dazed self, Now petrified by The utter incomprehensibility Of the moment, Fails to notice The stern gaze Of the newly present owl Observing me Hesitant in my movements, I timidly turn my head Towards the beast, Its eyes burn yellow With the simple notion Of true reality I gaze back, Intimidated, The creature’s knowledge Utterly overwhelming I soon realize That I needn’t to ask A thing of it, For it carried the wealth Of a million lifetimes, It knew The answer to every question, Any ponderous thought That has ever been inquired By man This singular creature Apathetically diminished Any sense of superiority But From my first blink In what seemed a fortnight, It vanished Along with Its looming insight.