Midnight posting late to bed,
Dreams of whale-dom fill my head.
Before dawn my cherub sings,
Yet to learn to use his wings.
He has breakfast I have coffee,
Half awake my head still lofty.
Holding remnants of my dream,
The image fades on my minds screen.
As the sun does finally rise,
I ponder if my post was prized.
I reach across for my device,
Like coffee steemit is my vice.
Sleep and it's visions now erased,
With Steemit hopes it is replaced.
Delight to see a friendly note,
Accompanies a few up votes.
With steemit and my cyber mates,
Calmly I await my fate.