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The house is quite in the dark of the night
The crickets are chirping in the silence
The sound is coming through
The weakness of the walls
Slight noises of the fish tank can also be heard
The running, running, of the pump as it purrs
With an occasional pop of a fish topping the water
Like the sound of a bass after a moth in the lake
Slight breathing of children asleep in their rooms
Talking in their sleep is another tune.
Washers and dryers sometimes churn
Like the air conditioning unit, electricity it burns.
The squeakiness of the belts as it spins
The ceiling fan that turns,
Is another symbol, in my night orchestra.