quiet night so late
it’s early awake feeling
a heart not beating
quiet night so late
it’s early awake feeling
a heart not beating
Not even night
noises penetrate screens
bulging with dark skies.
Street light moon casts rings
of brilliance on sidewalks — steam
curls over cocoa
our tabby advances
warily
through yards as
motion sensors blaze
night stars into darkness
cat round and purring,
ice cream spooned from the carton,
small hours of morning
Feet rush down porch steps
before dawn — sleepy light switch
click clicks in the dark
M-80s at 2 AM — Wild
vulgar voices slam windows.
Roused cat purrs for food.