Sleep - Poem by Marlin Nightingale
Creeping in on cat feet,
Came sleepiness to me,
Passing close; it felt so sweet,
It perched upon my knee.
His smile did beg and beckon,
Entreating me to float,
Away from all the stress; upon
The prettiest golden boat!
The boat was bobbing calmly,
And I was climbing in,
Old sleep himself sat next to me,
As if we were good friends!
He told me many stories,
Of passengers he'd had,
How some were always worried,
While others seemed quite glad!
I'd never known that Sleep could be,
Such a loquacious fellow!
Until that day I met him,
In my chair without a pillow.
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