A random little poem. what do you think?

Late Night Writing

It's the wee small hours, my eyes flutter open and words pop into my head. A phrase or a sentence, I cannot control them, so I lie here thinking instead.

I silently rise and wake no one, find my slippers and put on a gown. I fumble for pen and some paper, so I can write everything down.

The house is cool, dark and quiet--only small light filters in. I wrap up in a warm fuzzy blanket, take a deep breath, close my eyes and begin.

The words tumble out from the tip of my pen, flowing and rhyming with ease. Falling like rain on the paper, forming pictures and thoughts as I please.

I look at the clock, it says 5:25--I think that I'm done for the night. I creep back to bed and I silently enter, draw up covers and snuggle up tight.

When I arise in the morning and look down at what I've prepared, the words are all crooked and angled, but thoughts and ideas are there.

So, I string them together and write little poems, to amuse, entertain and delight. I never know when the words will start coming---maybe they'll show up tonight.