Circadian 3 Poem by Vlady Duddy

BEEP

Through gap in the curtains, a glimmer of dawn,
Unchecked, it poured in to the sound of yawn,
Of Stemma, a youngling of rascally cyte,
She peaked from her blankets, so clean and so white.

A minute went on, and she sat up in bed,
She stretched, and she shivered, she bobbled her head,
And then she looked down - her eyes opened wide.
The horror, the terror, the panic, the fright!

A flower purple, and orange, and gold
On top of her arm it had taken its hold.
The girl jumped right up, and she yanked on a leaf,
The roots wouldn't budge - Stemma wouldn't achieve.

Result, she was desperately seeking to get,
'Ok, ' she went on, 'I will not be upset.
I must be still sleeping. I have to wake up.
It's only a nightmare… But this dream I'll disrupt.'

So she pinched herself hard and she slapped herself strong,
Her efforts were fruitless - the plant wasn't gone,
Her mouth then quivered, her eyes got all wet,
She cried out to mother… It's time to reset.