In the still of night

Much is stirring

The dog is snoring

While the cat is purring

~

Heat is filling

The house with warmth

While windowpanes complain

Air’s too cold from the north

~

Wooden floors creak

Under spectral feet

As one sleeps soundly

Beneath flannel sheets

~

Insomnia whispers

To another one,

“Tick-tock, Tick-tock …

Night is nearly done!”