Midnight Storm

As I lie in bed I hear the howling of the next door hound

For shelter he barks and calls

A we hear the signature sound

Of wind against a brick wall

The glow of my alarm clock:

12:07 a.m.

I struggle to get back to sleep so I reach for my pen,

But I merely realize the tireless work of my writing arm

I get up to look out the window

I see trees moving in my backyard

And I watch the sky transform from brightly starred

Into a midnight storm.

After the storm (sunrise):

I made up that poem while I was watching the storm.

Now for some photos I took this afternoon!

I took a bunch of photos of a butterfly, before it flew away. That's why I didn't use the flash. 8D

This is a brussel sprout plant, in case you're wondering. (Ewww!)

Thanks for your time, everyone! (And Swirl, I like the names Catlover and Raindrop.)