Cave

It's warm in my cave, fire burning as the other half of the world comes alive. Deep in the evening I lay awake and listen. 

There are sounds made by man and sounds no man could ever dream to make. Hundreds of tiny voices call out to each other in a code still yet to be broken. All together it is a chorus of a dozen different songs sung at the same time, but I do not dare venture from the glow, the safety of my home. It's warm inside my cave, where I close my eyes till morn.