Night Owl Poetry - Dorinda Duclos

The time of day when work winds down
And businesses close around the town

When the clock ticks slowly minute by minute
And I’m not really sure if I’m actually with it

Til the midnight hour approaches my eyes
Awakens my mind and I don my disguise

When the words flow easily from pen to paper
And the only sound heard is the coffee maker

That keeps me going til the clock strikes four
Then reality invades as sleep shuts the door

©2015 Dorinda Duclos All Rights Reserved

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