night sounds [I Write What I Feel]

I sit here alone. The room is dark as it is night. The air outside a sticky warm mess of a breeze passing now and again. The only sounds heard are the assortment of night creatures that tug at the trees speaking a language all their own.

I am left with a day that is done and a clock that ticks one minute at a time through the still of the night towards a new tomorrow. The night creatures must have taken a break or stopped their buzz, for the night is still and quiet once again except for ticking of the clock.