Three in the morning on a new moon night. The world gone dark and silent. I sit up waiting for sleep to find me. Who who. I feel all the unseen creatures of the night freeze, their heartbeats quicken. Who who. The soft swooshing of feathers, the creaking of wings gliding under weight. A suddenly screaming thing Dopplering away. And the world is dark and silent again.
Three in the morning on a full moon night. The world shadows and singing. I sit up waiting for sleep to find me. Who who. The creatures of the night scurry and hide. The killing owl is outside again. Making its strange hungry noises again. Who who. And they cringe in fear again. Wait for the end to land again. Who who.