It’s 1:30am
I am awake
So is the
willy wag tail
I wonder
what his excuse is
For ripping the darkness
With his
song
Hope
beating in his breast
His song may pierce the dreams
Of a
feathered mate
I lie
listening
In breathing
silence
Hope
pierced by reality
Lies undisturbed
Within my
breast
It’s 2:00am
I am awake
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