Night was ruled
by deceit, every moment,
deepening shadows moved
with poisionous intentions,
knives of sharp lights
they hid behind their back.

An  authoritarian owl,
angrily kept threatening its opponents,
by repeatedly stabbing
the silence of the night,
with his shocking  hoots.

When the cadaverous moon
slyly came out of cloud thickets,
trotting foxes hiding
behind gravestones,
made intermittent eerie howls,
lacerating the dark muteness.

A mighty night bird,
off and on, drew its shadow,
across the moon's surface,
but never felt satisfied

The barking dogs
all at once stopped,
and created panic.
Like death knell,
wind made noises,
on the foliage of trees.

A dejected lover,
wrote a melancholy note,
spilling out sad thoughts,
in the faint light
of a dying oil lamp.

An adulterous woman,
impatiently waited
near her half opened window,
looking out for
her midnight paramour,
who never keeps time as promised.

The night stood still,
spreading its serpent hood,
listening to million secret sounds
watching everything,
without batting an eyelid.