While she settled, outside

the sounds drew her eyes.

It was in the wetlands nearby,

her echoes in the night air.

She was curious, peering

into streetlights imagining

the settling source

of a welcoming loon.

Then the crickets began

their midnight trill,

a serenade.

The signs of autumn nearing

she ducked inside, content

to bask in the sweet solace

of her own personal nigh-time.

Summer began to fade

and she felt the change

in her own silence.