Chopping the Night
I sleep in a strange house tonight
with sounds, voices all its own
a quiet neighborhood, horses next door,
a snort, not traffic, awakens me
in the dark, faintly, a tongue clucks
down the hall
I shuffle out, see the flash
a brass pendulum swings
an axe chopping the night
in a half moon glow
I open the glass
and gently stop the violence