At this lonely
dozy sleepy hour
the nights sky
wrings out the
last of starlight’s
glow turning the
black sky blue
as though a
giant or angel
added a dollop
of moon to
a cup of
hot dark coffee
At this lonely
dozy sleepy hour
the nights sky
wrings out the
last of starlight’s
glow turning the
black sky blue
as though a
giant or angel
added a dollop
of moon to
a cup of
hot dark coffee