Night.
Night The hushed serene night is dull and soundless. Noiseless, peaceful. The darkness of soot-black spreads through, none is up, except a few. The lonesome owl hoots, Rain pours down through a sloot. The little bird's nests are warm and cozy. The outside lights are dim and mothy. Cats wait to catch their prey, While mice scurry down a brae. The tranquil night passes by, As the vibrant stars light the sky, as a decoration for the charming heavens. The hushed night is dull and soundless. Dark and dull of raven black. - Khadijah Dilshad