Midnight Sounds

(c) Mark D. Holt
 
 

In the dead of night
I lay down my head,
all alone
in my comfortable bed.
 

I hear a noise
coming from without,
it wasn't a voice,
it wasn't a shout.
 

I still my breath
and listen again,
was it the wind
or maybe the rain?
 

I roll onto my side
straining my ears,
the slightest sound
building my fears.
 

I drift off to sleep
but my heart still pounds,
with the lingering memory
of those midnight sounds.