It's 1:30am

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