Why does the mocking bird 
sing at night?
You are so loud, 
calling for your mate.
My insomniac friend,
you are
pitiful company.
Shadows loom large 
in our hours of wakefulness.
I cannot sleep for worry
and regret.
And yet, sleep does come.
Unconsciously I yield.
Giving up, too tired 
to bother.
My pencil my solace

slipping from my hand.