Legends of the Night


Crickets singing their songs
Winds blowing blatantly
And hyenas roaring. 
Those who are used to this music 
Find no meaning 
Snoring for the entire night.

We are introverts 
Who have fallen in love 
With the night
Like owls
And other nocturnals.
We are the night owls
Who thrive in searing darkness. 

In the night 
Lies vast playgrounds 
So we can play boundlessly. 
 There is no hurry at night 
 The entire night looms ahead. 
We can leave no stone unturned. 

Few minutes past midnight
Smoke and wind
Changes direction. 
 The night is laden with magic 
 And wonderful phenomena. 

We the night owls 
Relish on the tranquility 
That the night bears. 
Our imagination gets so clear 
 For the worries of the daytime 
Are no more.
 
At the heart of the night 
 Grasping concepts 
Is like catching a sloth. 
When at the middle of this sea 
Lines of poetry 
Flow freely 
 Like fish flow into fishing nets 
At the center of the Pacific. 

I tried to jump into slumber
At ten pm
To improve my sleeping patterns. 
Little did I know 
That I’m a legend of the night. 
I had not known yet 
That my love for the night 
 Had made me a night owl 
 And a productive insomniac.

Those who don’t know 
That we see in the dark 
Keep gossiping us 
When golden beams 
Of midday sunlight 
Welcome us for the new day. 
 Little do they know 
That we hear all their gas offloads 
And their loud nightmares.

©2024: Sea-Crab Poetry.

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