An Owl’s Lullaby

The normals are gone by 12 or before
But, I’m up till 1, 2, 3 maybe 4
When my lullaby is sung by the birds
till my eyes slowly shut
and then I make tunes with the birds

We harmonize, but I’m just an octave lower
A rough day gone, now my heart beats slower
in time for rejuvenating; recuperating

It’s so refreshing

The alarm wakes, but I’m still refreshing
these damn cyclic habits
Man, I need more refreshing

…I might grow taller
Na…I’m cool being hobbit