i sit alone in the night and listen to the world. the breeze that just barely caresses the bark of trees, making the leaves shiver. the quiet call of a sleepy dove echoes faintly, making the feral cat sneak a look up at the sky and catching a glimpse of the cloud-shrouded moon. i, the observer, also look to the moon watching the clouds glow with sliver light listening to the dove coo one last time
the streets were empty, and the asphalt shined with the late storm's rain. but it was silent now. roaring silence, which screamed each time the light switched between those three incessant colors. oh how the red screeched the loudest of all, a silent scream, "STOP!" the wind pays no mind, and blows right on through.
Wings extended to its farthest The soft wind under me Lifting my wings higher The tips gently dipping into the sea Creating clear crystalline ripples Being free is all I desire I lift my wing and dive in Aiming for the fishes fin I go straight for the win The chances of me getting out is thin But I took the chance Without a second glance Being in the water holds me in a deathly trance But to freedom, I must fight Back to the light And into my flight ~9/4/21