Why do those nods, naps & night-times go
by so fast?
Those siesta afternoons, so rapid & then
over & past,
The after dinner eyes closed & mouth-gaping
snores,
While outside the wind howls & down the
rain pours.
In the arms of Morpheus, where the only peace
reigns,
Moments snatched, in amble down sleepy lidded
lanes,
Ensconced within rocker, upon hot summer day
porch,
Serenaded by fat bees, droning, far too lazy
to scorch.
In the drippings, droolings & those soft
sultry dreamings,
Curtains drawn, against the screeching, cruel
screamings,
Mouths open, eyes closed, against all reality´s
dawnings,
Nods, naps, night-times, forty winks in soft
rueful yawnings.
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