Solar powered September night stretches out,
Keeping senses from relaxation.
Slumbering spaniel races rabbits,
Pawing the air in futile pursuits.
Spiralling spider endlessly circles,
Running repairs in securest silks.
I stand becalmed beside an open window,
Where heat sucks oxygen from the room.
Cats tiptoe over shadowed pathways,
Calling for a cooling of molten tarmac.
Pipistrelles crisscross with pinpoint precision,
Binging on thermal dancers mid-flight.
In an orange-glow imitation of day,
Sodium streetlamps underscore nocturnal details.
Gasping, I inhale it all, gulping it down,
Each breath recording a memory.
These moments, rare in temperate climes,
Captured in place of sleep overrated.