Nightimes  Lullaby

There's a cat on the prowl        
A bird taking flight..        
A fluttering of wings,        
In the dead of night.        
         
         
In the distance, A baby's cry.        
High pitched sounds, Feeding the silence.        
         
A dog joins in..        
One solitary bark to add some bass,        
As the cat stares up at the moon and stars,        
way out into space.        
         
         
The house creaks like a tall ship,        
from it's cold wooden floors,        
to it's weather beaten aerial mast.        
Taking imaginary voyages..        
Dreaming of brand new doors.        
         
         
The black of night grows old        
It's death written in the stars,     
As grey colours the landscape cold        
they say their last twinkling lullabies,        
to what's come to pass..        
         
what's been foretold.