The Witching Hour
I wake up at three every morning
The witching hour
Is it the cat?
Or something else?
Maybe it is so I can have some thinking time
Before the others get up.
I hear a voice smirk.
You live alone silly!
If you think I can go back to sleep now
You are as crazy as I am.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2020
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