An Empty street

A silent wind followed the one car that
Travelled to many, as an old cough followed:
A window latched shut to stop the gravel 
That flew behind; Two flags fluttered,
As the lovers comforted in arms, of
The house with shut windows.
The few lights of the street seemed
Sweep the fallen leaves, the wind howled,
Then slowed to rustle, a crispy sound 
Was lost , time counted by crickets;
And screeching bats hunting food,
The other sounds:
Dogs barking of hunger,
Cats crying in lust.