Another Night

The distant prowl
of surly cats, crafts, and cars
spill into homes
in the late night hours

They sit in bed
twirling fingers around their locks;
testaments to time
on their sleepy head

The moonpaled sky
moody and shallow
stoops above all
O, what a sight

Undone deeds
Unmet needs
slumber and wait
for another night.

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