I’m out here all alone, why don’t you come join me?

The air is brisk and I could use the company; 

these crows are starting to get annoying.

Why do you pretend I’m not here?

You look so cozy up there,

your made bed in the background.

I bet it’s warm and you’re ready to get some sleep; 

you’re in your nightgown. 

But no, don’t mind me, out here all night, all alone.

I’m starting to have conversations with the wind,

I bet you would be fun to talk to.

I wish you would let me in, just to talk.

Why do you look so distressed?

Is this gloomy blue night scaring you?

Is there anything I can do?

Did you finally notice me in the brush?

The moonlight shining through the window,

and gleaming off your face and your hair,

you look beautiful. 

I bet you’re wondering what all these crows are doing.

Don’t worry, you’ll find out soon enough,

when your husband doesn't come upstairs for bed.