Sheep Of Sleep

I run on fey excuse

Unample juice

To take me

To the rushing morn

I lie awake

And try to count-

But fear the sheep

That guard my sleep

They cannot jump

They cannot run

I capture one

To peel its fleece

Instead of lamb

I find a leech

And on my dreams

It makes foul feast

My tale of woe

Told to its end

The Sheep of Sleep

Are not my friends...