The Darkness of the Ailing Night

Late night news, morning news, the insanity of the viral world 3 am electrical wires light the quiet street sleep evades me in a room of darkness then the sounds of the owl from the window calls out from the sharp smell of pines searching the grasses — watching the sky I listen to its calls echoing in the night I hear my husband snores in his deep sleep and no other family is now alive friends have grown old moving to be near family far from here so I hear the owl’s recurring quiet and soft sounds in the night calling out to the stars beautiful sparkling celestial light my dog and I have moved from the bed she lays near by me on the couch I worry if I sneeze will she get sick, my sweet little girl the heater vibrates as I turn off the tv news and sit in the darkness of an ailing world As the owl calls out in the night