Midnight Meanderings

28th September, '09

Clickety-clack
clickety-clack
slippers on cold marble.
Midnight meanderings.
A stomach gone hungry again.
Twisting-turning
Twisting-turning
a psyche about to boil over.
Eyes searching for some warm company.
Unceremoniously picked-up
Unceremoniously dumped
a ball of white fur
Curled up at my cold feet
Sleep visits me again.