Nighttime Reverie

I ambled home
In the quiet damp street
Bearing witness
To the loneliness of the night.
I trundled slowly,
Up the tired grey hill,
To see for myself
Such loneliness, such night.
And there I stood
To take in the howling dog noises
And the chirping crickets chirping,
Because together in it all,
Was a lonely lonely night.
I examined the eve
Where coarse dews wept upon my brow
Without them, no night to behold.
I took stock of the banter,
Of the atmosphere as it swashed through the night.
I was there.
Crippled by its wakeful light
The street lights there, examining the shrubs.
And yes, I was there.