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 into the trees' roots,

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 pile of hay.

The tranquil night passes by,     

As the vibrant stars light the sky,        

As a decoration for the charming heavens.

The hushed serene night is dull and soundless.    

Dark and dull of raven black.

- Khadijah Dilshad