I woke sometime past midnight
And lay, listening, in the dark
Eyes closed against returning sight
The world as still in interrupted sleep
As in the day’s crisis-inspired quiet
All time now night-deep
With not a whisper or a word
I turned to my pillow and listened for the dawn
What was that, a bird?
Plague Series #4. In response to the dverse prompt of 3/17/20: tercets with a set rhyme scheme (which I did not use) This works best when whispered.