Visiting the Creek

All alone By the side of the Creek Dreaming and Even Feeling the Gusts of wind Have Interfered with my Joyful repose Keeping Little Music Notes to myself On a Parchment, inked by my Quill pen Resting Smiling as sundown Takes light from the sky Until darkness blankets the creek Very slowly the storm approaches Waiting until St. Francis Xavier sends a Young owl to guide me home where, Zzz's keep sleep to fill the night.