the sun of the old day
hovers low in a cloud laden sky
the breeze becomes a wind
the night comes quicker now
soon the western sky
will be spread with strawberry jam
and the birds will start to sleep
night creatures who brave the cold will sing
and I
in my pajamas and sandals
will fall into my current book
with a cup of honey-lemon tea
just a touch of soy milk
at my side
the pup already sleeps
in my wife's lap
we're in for the night