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NocturnalMusings

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I don't want to go to bed right nowIt's much too ridiculously early.The night is still young, creative and fun;My mind is exploding with things.The knitting, the paintings, and reading, just someThere aren't enough hours to get it all done.


The darkness and silenceConducive to thoughtsStretch out like a canvas from dusk until dawn.A vast empty surfaceAwaiting my draftsExpecting the first strokes laid down.


The evening's not only for crafts and creatives.Within the dark silenceOur forrest it thrives.An ear out the windowAnd what might you hearBut an owl serenading his wives.

Though cloaked in the darknessTheir voices still carry.Their operatic melodiesStrung high in the trees.In trees in the distance, from branches near byThe owls no one ever does see.


And taking a jaunt to the paint room you wantNot to meet with the skunkWho could pay you a visit.He might be with the 'coonsUnderneath the full moonBut his eyesight's not very good, is it?

One can't easily guessWhose the one who's most stressedIf we two so should meet on the paths.Best I pay him adieu, hurry off, toodle-loo.'Cause if he is surprised I'll be wanting a bath.


Never mind all the crittersThere's a light show upstairs.Lift your eyes to the starry bright heavens above.And if lucky you areYou'll be seeing some starsStreaking madly for all those you love.

I like being awakeWhen my neighbors are sleeping.I like painting When everyone dreams.I can't fall into bedWith a muse in my head.There's a nap in my future It seems.


Kelly Burke • Moi Plus Chats • California USA

All of this I might miss If I fell off to sleep Long before all the stars Are secure in the sky.I do pay in the dayFor the evenings I playCreativityIt doesn't come cheap.


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