Nocturne with Ernesto and Nighthawks (Acrylic by David Chorlton)

It’s midnight on the owl’s face
and the clock in a mouse’s heart
has stopped. The rats have dragged their mischief
out from hiding; up
and down the walls they go
chasing light that streams down
from a moon with no cares
as it rolls across Heaven with the Devil’s mandate
to beam insomnia
onto the unsuspecting Earth, whose mind
floats away into celestial winds.
are the new reality. Lies
the new truth. It’s dark, dark, dark
on this side of the universe
and star-crossed lovers roll
over in their sleep
as the planet turns
and it is always daylight somewhere.

David Chorlton is a European who became a longtime resident of Phoenix and has developed an interest in the wildlife of the West. He has a recent book with watercolors and poems featuring the local birds, The Flying Desert. Read other articles by David.