Fingers of pink, gold, and purple

Pull open night shades of gray.

Now come the sounds of activity.

Birds break into song.

Cats whine their wants be known.

A police siren moans in the distance.

People move and boards creek under foot.

Radios announce the day.

Clocks tick.

You are not aware of these sounds,

Still tucked away in your bed

Breathing evenly, adding to the symphony.

You're not aware,

Sleeping, dreaming, moving a leg.

(stanza break)

But night people

Who live in shades of gray

They're awake, they're aware.

The clock ticks on.

Reds lose the battle to grays again.

Cars hum their way home.

Wind whips through the trees.

Rain splashes the window.

A board on the floor creaks.

And you, my sleeping companion breathe evenly, peacefully.

Who now is aware of these sounds?

The night people

Busy with their lives, they're awake,

Working, playing, aware.

I lie in bed, attentive

And listen to the night.