Dusk descends in a whispered calm

The rush of the day

Now gives way to the dark

The heat that had conquered

Now sleeps until the dawn

And the stars in their stations

At last twinkle their form

In quiet reflection

The moon gifts her light

For she is the beacon

To guide all through the night

The owl on her perch

Scans all around

Looking for movement

And the littlest sound

But all seems so quiet

Except for the leaves

Who talk to themselves

As they tickle the breeze

Now I make haste

And wile my way home

To a place of safety

Where I am never alone

PTT 04.02.2026.

Thought To Ponder – Your friend is the man who knows you all about you, and still likes you – Elbert Hubbard

The world it thinks it knows me

That I am plain to see

But believe me when I tell you

There’s so much more to me

I think outside the box so much

It’s simply hard to tell

If I’m making sense

Of theories I can sell

My outer self is normal

Which belies what’s held inside

A million different questions

The world it tries to hide

I could give you some examples

With answers clear to see

But they would be my theories

And they belong to me.

PTT 01.02.2026.

Music on You Tube – Rollin With The Flow – Charlie Rich