these are the little things that keep you awake at an un-godly hour.
the unhinged gutter outside your second story window
the animated appendage of a retarded and dead elephant.
its ten below zero
and your inner poacher is deeply unconscious.

yet you still prepare for the hunt.
ready yourself with a deaf ear
and a cordless dart gun
with a phillips head spear
and a willingness to sleep.

kick off
the clattering of the keyboard.
and brave that outside element.
all for a simple nights rest.
go ahead...

be the hero,
for one second
of one minute.
for one night
in your own mind...