Topic: another day
All about the curse of old age and the effect of waking to empty ones bladder.
Another Day
Sleep eludes me though I close my eyes.
Thoughts wont leave me and thoughts surprise.
Silence broken by a solitary owl.
Silent flight. Hunting mice.
I turn and pull the blankets higher.
Clear my mind but still the fire.
The fire of imagination.
No water drench my minds creation.
And so the night drags on.
O beautiful, silent night.
It is morning yet still the night.
The sky is clear no clouds in sightÂ
Stars still twinkle the moon still glows.
Warmer now no frost or snows.
Yes, spring bounds forth, chick's in nests.
Too soon to feed, born from eggs.
Too dark at 4 am it appears.
To find those sleepy meals that crawl and slither.
Their cries and squawks and whistled tunes
To greet the dawn they know it soon
Will light the day, will reveal their pray.
And I will rise to begin... another day.
