Observation – August 2nd, 2017, Wednesday

It was dark, deep dark

In the middle of the night

The witching hour passed

 

My cat is sleeping

She is curled up on her chair

She does little else

 

There is a rattle

Noises come from the upstairs

The house is creaking

 

A car rolls past, bass

Booming down the avenue

The bars have let out

 

I woke too early

I came to my desk to write

My fingers tapping

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