#daylights saving

Oh, you thought it was 2am?

In the early dark of November Damp in the dire dread hours When courtesy asks little more than whispers Listen to the coyote howl and feel The aching saxophone blues Awooooooooo Yarbling into the bleak black ending To them there is no end No sudden wintered reset Onward in their midnight prowls B’fore sunrise reveille awakens Sing and dance and hunt In shouts and hushed voices Beneath the balanced moon Between the snapping twigs Quiet, quiet, quiet now Lest not awake

Daylight is paving road Done over twice a year Saved, and slaved over Counting precious little light Waking in the dark of morn’ Dazed, and confused Daylight is a currency– One more price for man to have to pay

Daylights Savings: *Moves time forward or back an hour*