[Soft*Silver]

and I have returned to my bed...and the softness of the night climbs in with me...

I listen to the rumble of the loose objects outside as they dance with the wind that is courting them

and I can feel the wind whoosh on and then over my little home...and even tho i am inside, that primal part of me responds...

I am like the beast in the lair...

I listen and wait for the night to claim me

I turn my face and hold out my arm and mr smitty my kitty climbs into my hand and lays his face into my palm as lovingly as any human could ever hope to...

my old dog rises from her blanket and plods over and drops back down, as close to my bed as she can make it..I reach down and gently stroke her...I am her eyes, her ears, her heart now. She is blind and deaf and all she has is trust in me...

the wind opens up the night for me

I turn over and claim my hands back so they may slide under my face

and gently I slide into good nite...