The night is my friend.
Quiet Serene

No phone, responsibilities
Just me and the cat

Nocturnal creatures of the night
Hunting for our lives in dark corners

I write mine on paper
She puts hers in my shoe

Dead mice, a present for me
She is fulfilled, she does her job

I do mine by flashlight
Writing emotions, thoughts

Life for others to see, feel experience
My gift to them, my job

I am fulfilled and emptied
all emotion down on paper

4am sleepy, all poetry purged,
out of my mind

I can now sleep. Goodnight
My good night friend.