The Night Owl

It is just fitting that I write this post on the very threshold of a new morning – though I have not gone to bed yet.

Starting this new program with Metabolic has basically made my life VERY busy.
More to come on this in a very soon future post.

For now, I leave you with another piece of fruit from my labors in Creative Writing class. 🙂

The Night Owl
By: Tasha Cardwell 

Darkness stirs a beckoning in
The place where self becomes awake
Nighttime dreams for the sunlight-spent
While I to my purpose wake

Not fit for sun, nor fresh and bright
Mistakenly not to play foul
Fertile wordsmith amid the night
Identified pilferous fowl.