The Long Sleep
Bent forward on his wooden chair,
inside his shack, with not a care,
he sits where fast to sleep he fell.
The old man’s sleeping long and well.
Companions waiting to be fed
or have their master pat their head,
wait at his feet, but they can tell
the old man’s sleeping long and well.
One spotted mutt with doggie grace
extends a tongue to lick the face
of him whose form is but a shell. . .
The old man’s sleeping long and well.
Bent forward on his wooden chair,
the old man’s sleeping long and well.
A Kyrielle Sonnet for the Briton Riviere Poery Contest
Link for the painting: http://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Riviere_Briton_The_Long_Sleep.jpg
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