©Profarms' Random Thoughts®

In a totally deserted street,a cat crosses the street and silently mews.
In the dark and a silent forest,a leaf falls.
Behind the wood panelled polished walls,the white ants eat away into the wood.

In the dark of a silent night,the muffled cries of steamy love-making.
The oiled creaks of bed and a restless baby.

The silent sobs of a desolate soul,
Alone at home,lonely.
An owl hoots as if to mock,
A jolly chirping of Titihoya,
the tropical nocturnal bird steals into the night.

A stifled giggle of a teenage girl out on a date in a darkened Car park.
A cricket sings,
Wind moans against the window sill.

And then there is the heartbeat,
The slow breathing of the sleeping.
The voiced dreams
The lions roars in the jungle.

A whispered goodnite of lovers,
The smack of kissing lips.
The ruffle of beddings
The ticking wall clock.


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