The Silent Stranger Of The Night Poem by Jezebel Myschka

The birds twittering in the trees suddenly stopped;

the brilliant eyes of the town suddenly dimmed;

all at once the trees heaved their last deep sighs;

the grasses shook their heads -

night fell.



Out into the night shone two alert eyes,

waiting, watching.

Nothing stirred over the vast hillside.

He turned to the west -

all was quiet.



The silent stranger saw with pleasure

the last light suddenly flicker out.

Now was the time for him to start

out on his nocturnal quest -

darkness reigned.



Away he went over the meadows,

slowly, silently,

to the barn where even the rats slept.

This was his destination -

what's afoot?



Minutes later the stranger reappeared,

sailed gracefully back to the tree.

As another star began to shine -

the owl had flown.