The Night is for Sleeping – Prompt Twenty-two

The night is for sleeping.

Unless you are an owl on the hunt,

Or a bat out for a nighttime flight.

The night is for sleeping.

Despite the howling winds,

And thunder rumbling everywhere.

The night is for the sleep.

As I scoff at the irony.

Sleeps sings it’s teasing lullaby.

As I fight for two more poems.

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