screaming cat call in the deep of night I lay quite still, there, hoping to keep a good feeling and watched withΒ resignation as it slipped away. now I am awake my friend has snuck through my room and hurried on her smell lingers but she had to fly her brother worried in the car. crickets meditateΒ at the top of their lungs and far away I wonder how the oldest child fares this night- all we share in the end is sleep