The Spell of Sleep
.
At last, the aluminum
moon has gone
to bed.
Not quite far away the
drowsy dawn starts
to yawn.
My orange cat is a
furry warmth at
my feet.
A languid breeze
is a spider web
on my nape,
Swept by sweet sleep,
I start dreaming it is
morning!
.
Copyright © Romeo Naces | Year Posted 2011
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