By the soft glow of a dehumidifying HVAC unit,
I warm myself in the hot breeze of router cooling fans,
As slowly the night-shift clock does creep.
All through the Site not an alarm stirring,
Neither transducer's screams,
Nor LED gleams,
No printer going nuts.
All night I pray to keep it that way,
Holding fast to my inner Zen,
O if the tidings are right,
Of a silent night,
I'll make it home on time to bed.
By: Daniel A. Stafford