NIGHT

I hate the night
and all that it stands for;
the lonely roads winding into darkness,
the graveyard silence,
the numbing cold,
the nagging whistling of the crickets,
the thieving rodents,
the eeriness in a sudden breeze,
the startling movement in the bushes,
and the random shadow at the street corner.
The gloom in the blue-black sky is unnerving
not to mention the inevitability of tomorrow
crawling in with new challenges
among the sands of time
I really hate the night
and the powerless of no control
We are forced to endure the night.

Co-author:My baby sis, Wendy Helena Angela Mellisa Namatovu (WHAMN!)