Oft times as the night stills
The light empties and silence fills,
The creeping of little feet
Find a soft place in which to sleep.
As the highway eases
With a glass of wine that to me pleases
Sipping sparingly taste
The fullness of the flavor not to waste.
Oft times as the shadows
Becomes darkness upon curtained windows
With no breeze to shake
No appointment for me to make
Just the stillness to surround
Till the cat investigates a sound
And scurries out of the room,
But I know he’ll be returning soon
To the rug beside the chair,
I‘ll glance down and find him there
Fresh from searching sounds
Imaginary foes never found
As I sip in the stillness
Surrounded by midnight’s darkness.