at midnight the hiding mouse can come out
at 4 am when the clock rings out
not a breath is missed
nor the shuffle of feet passing by as i sleep
at 6 he says good bye, have a wonderful day
at 7 i pick up my head and see the numbers on the clock
i lie there awake listening for the dog and birds and an alarm to ring inside my head,
get out of bed, there is not a child, nor a beastie, nor a man, nor a book calling me, quiet house, empty head holds one exception, one thought, how everything is changing, which is not a quiet thought at all, it is quite the thought, very very involved.
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