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
Copyright © Linda Milgate | Year Posted 2020
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