it is dark…deep dark
it is the middle of the night
the witching hour
and my cat is sleeping
she does little else
she is curled up on her chair
there is a rattle upstairs
and the house is creaking with
the wind
a car rolls past the duplex
bass-booming down Aldrich
avenue
the bars have let out
I am at my desk
writing…fingers tapping
at the key board
clickety-click
