night whistle

tree as red as a cardinal perched above a Tudor

these crickets in the park, muted and peaceful referee whistles

just before sunset, the blue sky is intense. the crickets are too

the red fringes of the tree are harder to see

the golden window underneath, with evening things happening inside

katydids ratcheting pleasantly

the green leaves that are lit by street lamplight recede into darkness that encompasses front yards

cars illuminate a spiderweb that seems to stretch across the street. can it be?

turned head and happened to see a stainless steel range in kitchen darkness, quiet as christmas night