Sleeping In
You wear moonlight like a dressing gown,
And every eye in the house is on you.
You’re in the spotlight, center stage,
But it’s theater enough to watch you sleep.
Take your comfort for as long as you please.
I’m never in a rush to hurry the play.
I’ve got a basket full of breakfast fruit,
And steel-cut oats just as wholesome
As my noblest intentions.
When you waken in the morning
You’ll be able then to take your fill.
Reveille is zero past whenever.
Copyright © Michael Kalavik | Year Posted 2021
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