Dreaming at Four

The clock chimes four:

as the cat stirs in the chair,

the full moon illuminates the room,

bathing me in its shimmery glow.

The mournful hoot of the  owl is heard

from his perch on high.

He calls for his mate,

while I lie and dream of you.

© annettealaine-2012

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