Poems and prose
may be born
in the wee small hours
lying awake at 3am
shall I put in my earbuds
listen to the radio?
my mind drifts
considering my next creation
a tiny inspiration lurks
could be forgotten by morning
on a notepad by the bed
I scrawl words in the dark
don’t want to wake him up
will my writing be legible later?
mind churning, I get up
don dressing gown and slippers
turn on a light
feed the importunate cat
settle down to write
get it out on paper
then back to bed
relax, and sleep again
Ruth's Reflections 
Just tested positive for COVID. Hope you avoid it! So much unsettling stuff going on- your poem reflects that poignantly.
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Wishing you lots of strength to get through the virus. It seems to be all around us at present. Take care and rest!
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