Night by Cecilia Yang
A quiet hoot rings through the wood
The flutter of wings under darkness’s hood
Small animals creep out of their homes
The silence like the eeriness of the catacombs
The stars shine brightly in the sky
The moon glows shyly just nearby
A dim light turns on inside the house
With someone awake, the dark is as quiet as a mouse.
Cecilia Yang is a high school sophomore from San Jose, California. She passes the time with her nose buried in a book. When she is not reading or writing, she can be found drawing or dancing to the city’s sounds. She has had her critical essay honored by the National Scholastic Art and Writing Awards with a Silver Key Award. Her work has appeared in the Flare Journal and the Blue Marble Review.