My Little House On The Prairie (2 am)

My Little House On The Prairie (2 am)

Fingernails tap impatiently on the window-pane trying in vain to get at me,
Winking eyes in the darkness fall as tears to the puddle below,
Gutters whistle an eerie tune,
Autumn trees stripped of their pride hiss a reminder of winter’s approach,
Moonlight peeking through blankets of cloud reminds me that I’m not alone.

Glowing coals enlighten the mind,
Crackling logs soothe the soul,
Whiskey warms the throat,
Flames merrily dance the night away,
Trickling smoke meanders aimlessly skyward.

Old faithful lies at my feet,
Paws over nose, gently sighing,
We dream together of times to come,
Of green meadows and blinding sun,
The season when we can leave our nests – Be free!

November, 1998