Who are you,
midnight poets?
And why do you
still write
at such a late
hour?
Early birds,
or night owls?
Or is this your world,
since the daylight
is no home to you?
Dose the darkness
suit you better,
a vagabond
in the night?
Tell me,
why do you write
at such a late
hour?
Then again,
why do I?