Sleepless Night

Posted on February 9, 2013 by Charles Yallowitz

As the snow comes down

Pelting life with cold

The son forces us to rise

A mess that cannot wait

Caused by an apple

Sinisterly lurking in his depths

Maiming his protector

Whose woolen form

Has seen the worst of years

Father toils to clean

Stuck in the icy sewer

Mother fights to calm

The burning son of play

Through it all

The snow falls down

Not caring of our state

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About Charles Yallowitz

Charles E. Yallowitz was born, raised, and educated in New York. Then he spent a few years in Florida, realized his fear of alligators, and moved back to the Empire State. When he isn't working hard on his epic fantasy stories, Charles can be found cooking or going on whatever adventure his son has planned for the day. 'Legends of Windemere' is his first series, but it certainly won't be his last.
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2 Responses to Sleepless Night

  1. tyroper's avatar tyroper says:
    February 9, 2013 at 11:31 am

    Hmm. Doesn’t sound like you are having fun.

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    • Charles Yallowitz's avatar slepsnor says:
      February 9, 2013 at 12:17 pm

      I’m just tired. My son has had worse nights, but his trouble timing on this one was perfect. I finished cleaning one mess just as he made another. At least the snow is cleared and I think I convinced everyone to order chinese food from around the corner. Though, I think I’m the one being sent out to get it. Still, nothing says victory like a hot egg roll.

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