Are accompanied by walking the floors <br />Opening and closing doors <br />To cupboards drawers and refrigerators. <br />Drooling whims of appetite <br /> <br />Swimming in saliva of expectations <br />The search is on <br />Adrenalin of dreams, propel the midnight stroller <br /> <br />To seek and remember <br />What little tidbits, sweets and meats <br />Rolls and cakes, hidden or stocked away <br />Which whiskeys and wines and soda pop <br />Would fit the treat <br /> <br />It's not only the noise of rummaging about <br />The tinkling of cutlery or the banging of a stray closet <br />That informs the household <br /> <br />Something is alight, stirs the cat meowing, dog barking <br />The lights go on and others come to dine and snack <br />Provoked are ghosts that sream about <br /> <br />Heralding gnawing delights <br />Of feeds feeding and that part of eating <br />So joyful and fulfilling in more ways than one<br /><br />shimon weinroth<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/midnight-snacks/
