best time poem by me
dark as the night, long after light
twelve to three, A.M. not P.
its the best time to be
awake and hopping,
not asleep and dropping
the moon glitters with the stars
sometimes you can even see Mars
little lights
nothing bright
cool and soothing
also a good time for brooding
ever little noise echoes around
but you can hear every sound
some people slumber
others wonder
no one watches, and no one looks
a few people have their noses in books
you toss and turn, as sleep comes
soon the heavy breathing hums
dark as the night, long before bright
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