when in the middle of the night
The lightbulb goes on
And you rise chasing all over
The house for journal and colored pencils,
And your wife asks “why are you up?”
And you sneak another piece of
Your great grandson’s birthday cake
And try not to waken/bother the
Golden retriever, named Tawny,
Who is asleep on your bed.
When that happens, isn’t it exciting?