22:20 on the windowsill

On the windowsill

I open my window for the second night in a row. The moon has moved behind the back house,surrounded by clouds. Instead of its yellow tint like last night,it seemed to take on green. The clouds are below it,creating a almost pathway. The neighbors lights are still on at this hour. The streetlights radiate peoples driveways although at my angle i can barley see them. I hear a strange noise,almost as if screaming or human howling. It was like a girl was screaming but adding music to it,or a siren. I find it as weird to myself but brush it off as i focus on other things. I hear the far sounds of a engine,though from my angle i cant tell if its a plane or car. I hear the dogs barking next door and the birds. Another boring night. Maybe things would be more interesting at 3 in the morning. I walk away from the window and sigh, leaning my back against the wall and yawning. Time for another night of scrolling through social media endlessly.