An empty seat in the middle of a park, crowded by no one. All alone.
Slow footsteps towards the bench under a shady tree. Eyes searching for another lively soul. Ears hearing for another lovely voice. But there is no one near.
"No one's here."
The breeze tickled the back of the newcomer's exposed neck. 
The bench is now occupied.
The park, no longer empty.
Just one lonely newcomer, listening to the sounds of night.

Beyond the gate
Behind the door
Has anyone ever seen the inside of that house?
Can't get in
Can't get out

As the sky fell, the dazzling birds flitted off to sleep. Purple hues danced across clouds that acted as sheep for them to count.
1, 2, 3, all is quiet in the tree,
4, 5, 6, little birdies laying in a bed of sticks,
7, 8, 9, all so safe from that orange little feline.