is it? is it? is it?
what time is it?
the cricket asks

the night notes call
a view of space with
ornamental lights

near like the cat
hiss skin rips
claws a violet sky
saturates maroon
the cauliflower
cumulus moon

this squall passes
as does this darkness
the outdoor words
drift over the river
as the last cricket replies

is it? is it? is it?
time to get
out of bed yet?