Tonight my window is cracked open,
So I can hear all the sounds.
The cricket chirped song
Is the loudest I've found.
But the owl's cry is one that surpasses
The cricket's night song.
But I haven't heard him tonight;
Where has he gone?
I'll miss him tonight
As I listen to the dark,
In a night that is lonely
Without his mourned mark.
But wait, I think I hear-
There it was again!
And I thought this night
Would be lonely and plain.
Now I can rest
To the sound of the night,
When all is complete
And when all is just right.
~A. Pfleegor~