The Lightbulb

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?

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