That Day's Night

That day, I woke up at night.

I think I could hear the hooting of a train

O'er the impending  rain,

That saddled the winds moving the curtains.

It was dark, the birds were not up yet. 

From my window I could see 

The swaying branches of the trees.

Moving right and moving left

Going warp & going weft

Everyone was asleep

But the trees, but the breeze, and I. 

I could hear the leaves rustle and the air cut through their blades. Making ghostly sounds.

It brought with it the sounds

Of a set of tinkling chimes in someone's garden

And the creaking hinges of my window.

And the sound of a now awake cuckoo, which promptly went back to sleep again.

Everyone was asleep 

The moving branches looked like teeming grey clouds

As merry, as dense.

Unescorted by thunder.

It was a quite night

I could hear the fan

Its sounds wavering with the gush of breeze from my window.

I wanted the birds to sleep a bit longer & not wake the sun up

Like they always do.

I bundled up and tried to sleep

Whilst it was still night that day...