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

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