Night Sounds

I walk out to the weekends’

night sounds.

Mostly stale stillness

broken only by 

one roused rooster and 

a pond-full of mid-summers’ peepers.

A car, 

then two 

pass by where 

I’ve been walking out

through a season, 

then a few

broken only 

by 

a boy, 

then two

as a plane

crosses the sky.