It’s past midnight…and you sound sad…I’ve listening to you these past

fifteen minutes. I wonder if you’re all right. You should be asleep.

Perched on of your favorite tree. But no. I hadn’t heard you like

that until now. I don’t know where you exactly are. Are you hungry…

thirsty…I don’t know. When the hungry cat meows at two AM, I open a

can of tuna and see him approaching the paper plate to take care of it.

But in your case…I don’t know. You sound sad. Not happy. Maybe

something extremely unexpected happened to you. And you are

sad about it. It happens. I just recently lost a brother. Maybe you too.

Sweet night bird. Try to get some rest. You and I know there is nothing

we can do but to accept our fate. Get some sleep. You need to gather

strength to continue carry on tomorrow.

May the stars bless you.

Sincerely.

EO