In The Middle Of The Night Poem by Richard Trembath

I wake into the twilight zone,
My dreams drifting, just beyond my reach.
‘Go back to sleep', I tell myself,
What was I dreaming? -
It's gone.
What time is it? - Still dark.
A dog barks, just once, but it's enough.
Awareness now, a rush of wings, close -
The tree outside the window.
Moonlight flooding through the branches,
Across the floor.
The owl, I see it now… still… quiet
Silhouetted in the moonlight, waiting
For what…?
Beside me, body heat.
The soft moonlight caresses the warmth:
In the middle of the night, anything is possible.