by Tessa Dick

Created on: April 26, 2009

In the wee hours, I close my eyes.

Cats curled up, noses in tails,

I roll onto my side and curl up,

but sleep does not come to me.

The dog, curled up on the hearth-side rug,

begins to snore.

I envy them all, while listening to the hoot of a night owl

outside my window, the bird that sleeps all day.

Morning softly settles down on my restless legs,

and some dimwitted bird sing his joy

at awakening to a new day.

Sleep finally comes to me,

when I must rise.

Oh, to be an owl!

Oh, to sleep all day!

And oh, to roam the sleepless night!

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