The Nap Sap
(this has happened a few times to me when
trying to sleep out on my deck in the sun!)
I longed to nap
and laid me down right here.
Then peacefully I closed my eyes
and drifted off round “sheep one-hundred-four.”
But what a sap!
When sleep came very near,
my body jolted; with surprise
I wakened from the sound of my own snore.
For paula Swanson's "The Light is On, But Nobody Is Home"
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