The Silent Nights Poem by Habeeb Kayode Yahaya

When most people are dead
Some, on the mat; some on the bed
Still breathing, and dreaming
Yet some keep soliloquizing

When the sun is nowhere to be found
And the spirits, strolling around
Some cry while some frown
Some making nasty noise; so loud

Then the moon glooms
And the weather; so cool
The vampires are crying''mooh mooh''
Chasing their prey along the nooks

The silent nights
The stars gloom their lights
; so bright
Little do they appear in the sky

The Yoruba adage says
''a matured person who claims
That he is a noble; a virtuous one
Will never venture into the dark night at all''

The wizards and witches come together
The bush-babies cry louder
The mermaid comes out of the sea
Anyone she sees will be her meal

The owls you'll see
Their mighty big eyes wouldn't let them sleep
You'll see a swamp of weird bats
Flying at night, but though they're blind

Superstitions, myths and tales
Their perspectives about night is kind-of weird
Some of us keep snoring
While those weird things are happening.