Listen closely,Stick your head outside the window
And hear the cries of midnight.
Can you hear the singing of the cicadas
The whistle of the wind
and even the murmurs of the mosquitoes by your ear?
Can you?
What if your night is filled with glee
and you can hear the cheers of the family ’round the diner table,
the click of the cutlery on the ceramic
and the words of wisdom from the elders
Can you?
Or perhaps your night is different
Maybe you hear the BANG of a gun, too close for comfort
the Lord’s prayer that leaves the victim’s lips
and the thumps of the footsteps that leave remorselessly.
Can you?
