I can hear a cat mewling, looking for life but finding only darkness.
Deep, muffled voices argue in someone else’s driveway.  
An infant howls.  My father snores.
A train barrels forth on the tracks across town, mindless of the hour.  
Is that a car alarm or the sirens from my nightmares?  
Either way, someone should turn it off.

My home creaks with the hissing 
wind as if it, too, is outstretching its tired
arms to the waning moon before settling
into bed to listen to the nighttime ambience.