The Quiet Hours

Beneath a midnight moonlight view Where creatures gather two by two A chirping cricket chorus plays Until my nervous system frays The boom boom sound of racing cars That zoom zoom zoom beneath the stars Is driving me to yell and scream From crashing every pleasant dream The fireworks are shooting still To keep me up against my will Nobody cares that I can't rest From all the noise that I detest Intrusively a siren sound Invigorates a hapless hound To hold in hopeless harmony His howling histrionically The dark of night is nearly gone A spark of light is turning on I sought some quiet sleep at last When someone gave their horn a blast The morning sun outside won't wait And I am tired of sleeping late A good night's rest restored my powers Thank goodness for the quiet hours.