The porch is pitch black but the dogs need to pee.
In the dead of night, the cold surrounds me.
The old light fixture flickers alive, barely illuminating the drive.
I step out on the footpath, straight into your wrath.
Startled, I let out a cry and wave my hands wildly so you’d let me get by.
As I secretly wish you’d sneak into the house and get fried.
I continue to pace the yard looking for Sora who I find keeping guard.
As are you when we walk to the gate near the garage.
Try as you might to blend into the tree, I already see you and so has she.
Sora jumps up and tries to ensnare which makes you flutter and powder the night air.
At last you go and so do we, back inside the house where I assume you’ll not be.
But soon we hear a pop! You’re drawn to the blue light, you couldn’t escape thee.
Like a moth drawn to a flame, once you were in orbit, it laid its claim.
Poor little moth blue drawn in like glue
Adieu, Adieu.
