Silence has never been so quiet
The nights have never been so dark
As they are at Craigrannoch
To lie down in a bed
And listen
To no cars on the roads
To no alarms jolting you awake
To no drunken arguments and fighting on the streets outside your window
And certainly
To no bangs that make you lie awake, eyes wide open, wondering if you should check or ignore it
After all it was just your imagination
Probably
To lie down in a bed
And listen
To no more than a gentle breeze
Rustle the autumn leaves
The call of an owl reminding you that life goes on
Somewhere
To stand at a window
And look
Out at the blackness
No street lamps casting a miserable orange glow
No blue lights as the emergencies are attended
No head lights flashing off the walls through the windows
And certainly
No little lights on your radio, television, alarm clock, and computer that blink at you
Constantly
To stand at a window
And look
Out at the moon
And the stars looking bigger and brighter
Than you could ever had imagined
Silence has never been so quiet
The nights have never been so dark
As they are at Craigrannoch
I thought I better put a comment on here explaining the doodle.
ReplyDeleteI couldn't think of a funny stick doodle to do so I decided to try and do a funky picture of Craigrannoch using paint.
I'm not sure if it worked but there we go, the picture is of a house surrounded by trees with a garden in front.