Listen

To the pitter patter of little feet.
As they dance across the darkened street.

Listen,
To the whispers that they barely make.
Daring to cause the sleeping ones to wake.

Listen,
To the rustle of their tiny wings,
As they dance across my mind they make me think of things.

Listen,
They speak to me.
Could it be?

No, it is only the pitter patter of little feet.