Midnight Gloom

Shadows.
Blackness.
What's that sound,
Only the cry of a lonely fox hound.

Host of an owl,
Hiss if a cat,
Flying overhead is a vampire bat.

The wind screeching out in rhythm sound,
That wouldn't be heard in the light,
Waiting for the alarm bells to ring in time.

Along with swaying trees at height,
Curling toes on silvery sand,
Sitting on a stove with rats and such,
Darting eyes, from left to right, up and down.

Kissed by moonlight.
Frozen without touch.

-Khushi Kaul