BIRD CLOCKA Poem by rutherfordMy sleep is all wrong even my dog can tell when I walk her in the neighborhood twilight she hurries me past the houses and the birds hidden in the trees trading their evening songs. My dreams don't flow except when I'm awake and I see them as shadows on the lawns.
I slept too long to have a nap but not enough for a night's sleep and now it is near dark it was the birds outside hidden in the trees that woke me confused I did not hear their morning songs. I wonder what will it take to fix my sleep Maybe I need to tell time by the birds.
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1 Review Added on June 4, 2016 Last Updated on June 4, 2016 AuthorrutherfordAboutMisguided visionary playing with words. Strongly encourage comments that will improve my pieces. If you friend me, I ask that you have first looked at my writing and willing to offer some helpful re.. more..Writing
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