Alone at Night

This is my response to Ann Linquist's challenge to write using "Standing in the kitchen, late at night" as the beginning sentence.

Standing in the kitchen

Late at night

Awakened from sleep

By a beam of light

Motion sensor, all knowing

In the dark it sees

The dance of branches

In the Cypress trees

Its light shadow shows

Upon my wall

Just above my bed

Like a wake up call

On and off it goes

All night long

While the wind careens

And bellows its song

Not a deer or raccoon

Nor person there

Just the show-off wind

Playing power games without care

House safe and secured

For the rest of the night

I’ll try once more for sleep

Knowing everything is alright