It's Still Life

Rhythm of the Night Isn’t About Poetry

The night is ringing
in my ears. Light leaking
through the blinds like
pinpricked stars. Those

stars laughing at an owl
on some nearby tree
swallowing its vowels.

And I’m awake again.
So I write something,
fall asleep, wake up again,
and write something.

For Twiglets #256 “Awake Again”. Photo by Todd Steitle and  AJ Jean on Unsplash. Shared with #APoemADay on Twitter   ©Misky 2021