Soft Nights
By Faith Pittet
In winter
whenever the city goes to sleep and I can’t
i sit by the south window edge and listen to
the sounds produced in the night
the gentle babble of the fountain right outside
our apartment
the barely audible peal of the church bell
announcing the new hour.
the catfight between the alphas of the neighbourhood
all distinct and pleasant in the dead silence of the night.
summer
I sit by the north window and listen to
the chiming cowbells reverberating through the night.
sometimes on a rainy night, I listen to soft pitter-patter
of the rain, steadily drumming on the leaves
slowly luring me to sleep.
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Faith Pittet is a lawyer and writer based in Switzerland. She has a passion for art, poetry, music and literature. She is influenced by past experiences merging with the current.