Penny's Poem

“Night”

Day is normal.

I am normal.

The light is normal.

Birds sing in the trees outside my window.

I sit.

Listen.

The sunbeams dance across the carpet.

I close my eyes.

My face is warm.

Soon night will come but I hold tightly to the last of day.

Night will come,

Red light flooding my window.

Bird songs fade, replaced by the dull thud of feet on pavement.

Night is here and I have died with the day.