Bryan Deakin

Scottish Poet / Blogger / Community Activist


Close your eyes,
Listen to the sound,
The sound of the night.

Hear the owls hoot,
the fox’s howl,
and the trains rushing by.

Sirens in the distance,
Snow slowly falls,
a cold wind,

Keep your eyes closed,
And smell the sent,
Of the night.

The cold air,
the brewery nearby,
the scent of old deodorant.

Sleep now.
Sleep well.

is almost here

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