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!”
