When Inspiration Does Come

When then the sun asleep,
The heavens turns dark,
In dark – beetles whistle
And the owls hooting.
When then in trees,
The moon peeps within,
The birds keep silent
Gyrating the eyes.
When then on quite roads,
In sway – the breezy air bows,
The starry sky watch
In askance of danger.
When then men asleep,
Heads soaked in dreams,
As dead, but snoring
And eyes squeezed closed.
When then in bed,
Heads reclaim friendship with pillows,
And body with mats
Warmly encloses in blankets.
When then… Shhh!
“Night itself asleep,” they whispered,
What’s happening?
Inspiration hunting a Thinker.
-B. M. Atsen