My Night Owl

She calls out for me

with a shriek that yanks me from sleep,

scattering my forty winks.

She’s sitting up in her cot,

arms outstretched.

Hold me please.

Hair sticking up in tufts on the top of her head,

big eyes blinking.

I pick her up and cuddle her, but she flaps around in my arms

until I take her into my bed,

where she flaps around some more.

I start to sing,

she starts to cry

until I give in.

I let her feed and comforted she falls asleep,

tucked underneath her mama’s wing.

Probably in a few hours it will all begin again.

I know there will come a time when she won’t cry out for me

and this will all seem like a distant dream.

But I can only think about the here and now –

how to get as much sleep as I can

with a little night owl.


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