Grandpa

I can't sleep.

Will you tell me a story?

The train lulls me to sleep
couples
With the drizzling rain on the roof of the home i have grown to love.

If you close your eyes and
"listen very closely"
You can hear the song.

What song? i ask.

The song.

Lonesome toadscricketslocusts
Telling their own story.

i know what they are saying.

i feel the story - night is the blanket;
the song is beautiful.

And i sleep.

He watches me.

goodnight, grandpa.