Night Flight
By Jessie
Wind consumed through the dark
I have flown through twilight hours
Hard flapping now.
Stars slowly appear out of the liquid black
That is night,
One was my father's home.
Glowing rectangles of houses
Bathe the painted street,
Uninterrupted yellow lines,
And that was the life I knew?
Sporadically a yellow rectangle goes dark,
Unaware of the evil slowly choking us,
They go to sleep,
In beds, not tree.
Night rolls along, pushed by Dawn's threat,
Light floods her room,
I fly through her window.
