Why does the mocking bird
sing at night?
You are so loud,
calling for your mate.
My insomniac friend,
you are
pitiful company.
Shadows loom large
in our hours of wakefulness.
I cannot sleep for worry
and regret.
And yet, sleep does come.
Unconsciously I yield.
Giving up, too tired
to bother.
My pencil my solace
slipping from my hand.