Still

It is quiet,
  the night is wrapped
Around the window.

Dark is still,
  morning is a few hours
Away yet.

There is
  a host of night animals
But they are hush.

Like the owl,
  who, who, who
Or the small bats searching.

It is the
  time of silence,
So hush and listen.

Let the quiet,
  enfold you in its
Tender arms of rest.