Wind whispers, frogs croak,
A leaf rustles, doors creak close—
The stars are silent.

Written for Week 2 (January 12, 2020) Poem-a-Week challenge where one had to write a haiku about the sounds one could hear outside with their eyes closed. Night is my favourite time to step out in the silent balcony and watch the city sleep, or most of it.

And this time, my Haiku seems to have a bit of alliteration.