Yes, I am one of those midnight owls,
Not distracted by the wolves outside with their loud howls,
When it comes to staring off into space
Or finishing that ever-suspenseful book in a fast-paced race.
It seems like time passes by so quickly,
When I get engrossed in a
JK Rowling or Jeffery Deaver work of art,
That even if a mouse were to dart,
In front of me,
For all to see.
I think I would ignore it,
And not have a terrible fit,
So focused would I be,
That the otherwise
Paralyzing fear
Would not possess me.
The End
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