Sounds Like

It is almost 11 in the evening. The lights are out except for the bright square glimmer of this computer. Seated here, I am relishing the last drop of my sweet Mompo ( mass wine). My second glass. This drink is heaven.

I have just kissed R goodnight, doing it more tenderly and affectionately to make up for the quiver of nuisance I naughtily stirred hours ago. I am quite a character, but no, I don't want to go to bed just yet. So I type gently, ever so gently. He needs to sleep and I need to....I don't know. Whatever it is, it isn't sleep.

The window to my right is open and I can feel the mild coolness of the dark. I peer outside and see only shadows; huge mysterious shadows that sway to and fro.

Brown bats rule! I can see them too, vampire beauties they are.

When I pause from typing to listen, I hear the voice of this night; the thin veiled hum of a city of ants, bugs, crickets, and odd miniature creatures, all gainfully employed, toiling toiling toling, most of them in business - lawyers, engineers, architects, stock brokers, realtors. My backyard turned business district.

Shhhh......Something is crawling up the roof. Squeaks betray soft pattering feline footsteps. It must be the gray master gangster cat.

screams!! scramble!! mad dash!! Two cats flinging over each other! TO THE DEATH!

Aw' hell,why on my rooftop?! Shoooooooo......

Plane over head....always planes overhead..even at night...merciless metallic dragons!

I wonder....
how it sounds right now,
at this very moment in....in....in.....in....
the South Pole....hmmm...