In The Scream Of The Night Poem by Harold R Hunt Sr

In the scream of the night
I wake in the mid of night
With the sounds of siren screaming through the night
I look out the window and didn't see nothing
But could begin to see the lights racing towards me.
I run to the door an open it
There next door was a blaze.
I heard the sounds of fright coming from the scream of night.
Young children crying for their dog who no one seen even in the door.
As they work on the blaze, a tiny sound came to my ears.
As I heard the bark and the scream of joy of the night.