The dogs at the crossroad bark
Then silence
Feet shuffle on the pave road
Then silence
A motorcycle passes by
Then silence.
The cat on the roof stopped scratching her mange
The clock is quiet in her midnight shift
The lizard on the ceiling is asleep.
My eyes are loaded with heavy leads
My bed is tantalizing beckoning
But my vigil is not yet over
I have to stay awake
There’s a creaking sound
The gate opens and closes
Then a soft click of the front door’s lock
Everyone’s at home
Now I can sleep.
