Night Owl

Morgan Hannah
Life & Style Editor

 

I think I’m a night owl

after spending much time trying to be a morning lark.
Rising late and staying up early,

the sun blinks awake before I sleep.

I think I’m a night owl
comforting dark sheets of night,
swathing in loneliness—

me, myself, and I.

I think I’m a night owl

aching to change

but comfort finds me before the morning,
light poured like orange juice at noon.

I miss the morning.

 

Illustration by Morgan Hannah

 

 

 

 

by Sonam Kaloti

Later

Sonam Kaloti
Arts Editor

 

Droplet of water dropping
from a cloud ona sun filled
day. Death’s pull will later build
seizing my brain. Body locked

on the carpet or tile. Smile
past the panic. But not yet.
For right now I will forget

all those troubles for a while.