I wrote this on April 24, 2019
The night was beautiful
Moon was full
It was oh so peaceful
AND THEN IT BEGAN!
The uproar
the anger
the frustration
Not a clatter
not a clamor
not a racket.
The deafening silence
the dreaded noise
forming a rhythm
boiling the blood.
Wasn’t a dog howling
nor a cat meowing
not the bear growling
or a donkey braying.
It was the beast
hell bent on destroying the beauty.
The beauty of the night
the beauty of my sleep.
The night, far too young
as I tossed and turned
all a bit much to bear.
Patience, it went awry.
Pillow, it went soaring.
From my hands to his face.
Then it stopped.
Complete, total silence.
Bewildered I stood,
donning a slight, victorious smile.
The beast, it was done, gone, slain for life.
Or so I thought.
Till my husband turned
and began snoring again.