After Midnight

We’re gonna sip some red wine

and clean the counters till they shine

(because we can see the spots, in that light)

then we’ll giggle and slip outside

into the cool night’s soft sigh

to beam at the galaxies, satellites, and stars,

and wave at the planets,

while listening to far off cars

and catch the meteors streaking o’er the scene

while the cats yawn and purr

and wash at our feet

and we discuss, who’s out there’s,

watching us,

and what are they drinking,

after midnight?