What’s That Sound

It’s the song that the night owl sings
gliding silently on soft feathered wings

It’s the sound of a night full of stars and sky
seen twinkling and glistening through a teary eye

It’s the fearful, hushed and whispered growl
of a beast awakening to its own naked howl

It’s the roar of silence that cuts the night
when a lonely soul shivers in fright

It’s the soft, warm, damp air
Of a lover’s breath on your belly’s hair