At Night When You Are Fast Asleep Poem by RIC BASTASA

i do not care much if you do not care about what i do at night when i am alone in my study

(actually writing poetry)

all i need is only a little warmth from the silky, curly hair of my poodle
sleeping beside my bare feet contented with the touch of my toes.

the two of us, just the two of us,
against the rage of the cold, dark night

the light from a study lamp
mingling with the glare of the monitor

a miniature of life
an islet of my nocturnal universe.