There was a wandering of the children

we call siblings at the time we call 2am

They convened in the kitchen as only wanderers

of the night do.

There was a rummaging and a foraging through the

refrigerator too, an exchange of words was simple and

Zen like as only siblings in the night do.

A quiet repast, and a squashed cockroach was the only

dastardly deed done.

A wandering in the night-

three minus one.