Someone listened, but did not see…

        The hour-hand of the clock was resting on the digit 3. Crickets were buzzing outside. And they appeared to be buzzing from every direction. But the hooting of the owls was coming from only one direction. And that was the direction of the forest. From the forest, other sounds were also heard. The sounds included those of the wolves. The spine-freezing howls of the wolves. The moon was full to the brim with moonlight. And that moonlight evaded the tranquility of the darkness that was primarily wrapped around the forest. As a result, the ivory sharp fangs of the wolves could be seen from distance away. But they were not visible from the high tower of the castle. Thus the eyes looking outside the window could not see any of the owls or wolves. Not even the crickets. Though they were possibly hiding somewhere behind the orange curtains that clung heavy and draped the window like a shawl. But the ears could listen to the buzz of the crickets, the hoots of the owls and the howls of the wolves.