The Late Bird Poem by Paul Perkins

The Late Bird



The late bird - 2018

Every night is afternoon when 3pm. is morning.
The late bird catches the looked over produce
and the dry cold croissant before the bakery closes.
Why is it so quiet this 3pm. morning? I suppose
because most of the neighbors have left for work.
3pm. morning brings 7pm. afternoon and 1am. evening,
a good time to write.Why is it so quite this
evening? Oh yes, the neighbors are all asleep.

Monday, April 30, 2018
Topic(s) of this poem: humor,introspection,poems,writing
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Bernard F. Asuncion 01 May 2018

Dear Paul, such a nice poem with a sense of humor👍👍👍

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The Muse 30 April 2018

A late bird is never heard

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