NaPoWriMo 9: Church Bells

Late is the hour,

And dark is the night,

Sit by the window,

Frosty and chilled,

Stony and silent,

Doused in imagination.

Waiting for what?

A shooting star,

Or rare creature,

That may come this way?

No! Naught but a sound:

Church bells tolling midnight.

**This was written while stars were awake**