The brisk chilling winds are whispering in the night.
Calling, even sometimes whistling, sounds and making loud noises all through the night.
I hear you clearly on the roof top now, dancing and prancing way up high.
You love doing skips, jumps and even the Rumba.
Dancing is fun, especially the Tango, but on the roof is not the best move
I can’t see you, but I hear you loud and clear.
What is this dear?
Now your pressing forcefully against the wall and window panes, as if to gain my full attention.
The response is the same…
I can’t see you, but I can hear you loud clear.
I actually heard you the first time as you blew against, Mr. Old Hollow’s Tree Limbs, swaying in the shadows.
What is the meaning of this?
I’m tired the whispering and loud outbursts have got to stop.
Calm down now.
Enough dancing and prancing. It’s time to sleep.
Peace Be Still.