Lost Poem

So - many of you know, I am a constant doodler. Today, I found a little ditty I wrote early this summer. I was searching for real work related notes and found this written on the last page of one of my notebooks (amid neurosurgery marketing plans). Most likely following a sleepless night with Sweet Caroline.

Many of you also know we have a neighborhood owl, who typically wakes us in the middle of the night (3 - 4 a.m.). Often as I sat up with Caroline, I could hear the owl and her sweet voice reminded me of the soft, yet large voice the owl used to make her presence known.

Sweet Night Owl

Sweet night owl, hoots soft and sweet

Even as you’re fast asleep

I love your perfect lips and cheeks

Rest evades us, it’s sweet owl you speak

Nearly silent, but sweet as music

You sing your own lullaby

And both of us hear it

I adore your sweet tone

There’s nothing more innocent

One day you’ll sleep

But until then…

We’ll sing