Poetry on-the-fly

Night Flowers

In the deep night, I heard a cry,
a bright but sad yelp outside,
where the garden breaks down to nothing
against the straight lines of our house.
I saw trees and guttering,
the shadows of the winter dark
which beckoned me to abandon
all I ever knew and live outside.
in shelter from the wind and rain.
I was lifted by delight,
that cry turned happy
and the night lifted,
leaving us in rain and light.