Could I sleep like a dog
on a hot summer porch?
Oblivious to the flies that harry
around. Only the occasional twitch
to signal my survival, chasing
that proverbial rabbit of my dreams.
But I toss and hope
to turn to slumber, harried
only by the thoughtÂ
of the coming dawn.
on a hot summer porch?
Oblivious to the flies that harry
around. Only the occasional twitch
to signal my survival, chasing
that proverbial rabbit of my dreams.
But I toss and hope
to turn to slumber, harried
only by the thoughtÂ
of the coming dawn.