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