In the deep of the night
When most are asleep
I'm up for a while.
The orange cat greets me
With human intonations.
He knows the patterns of my speech
And mimics them, explaining his emotions.
A train goes by, whistling a chord
And rumbling, rumbling, rumbling into the distance.
On the wall, the clock clicks, ticks, tocks.
I hardly ever hear it in the day.
Another train approaches.
The black cat grooms himself noisily,
Then purrs as I stroke him.
Trucks on the tollway make a hum at times.
The furnace blower whirs to life.
Ducts pop and snap to attention.
The clock ticks on.
The furnace whirs
And the second train is finally gone.
...Even the darkness is not dark to you;
the night is bright as the day,
for darkness is as light with you.
(Psalm 139:12 ESV)