NIGHT DWELLER

Being left in the porch
in this deep, dark n blind night
Empty sky without moon n stars
like a barren neck of bony bride
Without sparkling ornament
Hovering Sounds of wind
like a gypsy whispering my name
Dogs’ n cats are crying for
the unseen presence of thy ghost.
The night so deep..
Even the owl may fails to get his prey..
Or me myself is the prey for supernaturals
Or is this night worth
a another waits of day like you to break?