On cold dark nights,
when the stars refuse to shine and the moon hides its face;
the crickets chirp and the frogs croak
On cold dark nights,
when the wind is calm and the air refuses to blow hot;
the owls hoot and the dogs bark
On cold dark nights,
when the brook is still and the fishes are asleep;
the grasshoppers chirp and the cock crows
On cold dark nights,
when rats squeak and mosquitoes whine;
the cousin snores and the uncle grunts…
I’m awake praying for day to break.
Image Credit: Brian Alger