Thatchedhut

And at dawn's Bow to dusk by Each day's end, She bedded in her Unwindowed Lonehut, Skinned of thatch, That she too may sleep... She would shut her eyes, After shutting her door, For sleep that ever ignored Her crave. For in her dreams, a thousand Shadows chased her into the sea That steered directly at her thatchedhut. And in it, sharks, in their schools, would Expel her, and she would awaken and Rain would depart from her eyes to her Bed through the remainder of dusk Till dusk died down and dawn redawned. She unfastened her canoe by sunlight And sailed along with other fishers Who ever preached to her about her Beloved hut. But defying all, she ever returned to it. But unlike she couldn't afford anew one, But because she just craved to... And one day she slept and her soul, In the otherlyworld, Noted that she had had enough sleep, Moved to awaken but could not... Her friends, the fishers, well aware of Her long absence around and ashore, Made for her hut; force-opened its door, For being silent to their knocks, And what they saw was why Humans ever shake heads sideways at Sad-news and in sadness...