Nights in the Country

The night is as silent as someone hiding from a slaughterer.  Just as scary as witnessing a death of a close friend or family member.  No one  talking, fussing, or fighting.  Only an ocassional car passing.  The trees swaying in the harse breeze.  The only noise from them is their blowing leaves.  The dark gloomy sky without a star in sight.  Gives you that gut sensation that someone is watching you and hinding in the night.