Night Hawk Poem by Ima Ryma

A night hawk is building a nest
Somewhere in the back of my brain,
And is causing me to lose rest.
A sign of me going insane?
I keep waking up thinking that
I'm seeking something I can't find,
Lost in my mental habitat.
This bird is pecking at my mind.
The hawk swoops in only at night.
I'm a haven from its day job,
Taking up space as though to spite
My tendency to fret a gob.

Intruding on my slumber clock,
Is this so persistent night hawk.