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.