Words mean more at night,
Like a song.
Did you ever notice?
The way light means more than it did all day long? -
So I'll send you my words,
From the corners of my room,
And though I write them by the light of day,
Please read them by the light of the moon. -
One evening I was out perusing for some level sleeping terrain. Tromping about, I crashed through some brush unawares of this mother goose (which upset her), and I'll be goshdarned if she wasn't caring for this sun-bleached beer can as one of her own babies