A fox sweeps through the pool of light cast from the kitchen window
A soft woosh following the empty air
The trees are telling the sleeping birds secrets that the birds will never keep
The floodlight on the neighbors garage flickers nonchalantly
Wayward branches waking it
A car drives up the street, motor mumbling complaints about the cold
The driver holding a cigarette between two fingers
The streetlamp shivers in the stiff breeze
Light swaying over the ice-tarnished pavement
A stray cat tumbles across the driveway, swift feet tripping sensors
The floodlight comes on
And the house is sleeping
Groaning and shifting and snoring and sighing
The floodlight flickers then clicks off
Feb 13, 2016
Feb 13, 2016 at 11:56 PM UTC
A fox sweeps through the pool of light cast from the kitchen window
A soft woosh following the empty air
The trees are telling the sleeping birds secrets that the birds will never keep
The floodlight on the neighbors garage flickers nonchalantly
Wayward branches waking it
A car drives up the street, motor mumbling complaints about the cold
The driver holding a cigarette between two fingers
The streetlamp shivers in the stiff breeze
Light swaying over the ice-tarnished pavement
A stray cat tumbles across the driveway, swift feet tripping sensors
The floodlight comes on
And the house is sleeping
Groaning and shifting and snoring and sighing
The floodlight flickers then clicks off
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