This Sort of Thing...


Three O’Clock Sheep Club



Those sheep

Jumping the wall

They're all asleep

So I count the cracks in the wall

Doesn't help at all


I’m alone

But I know I’m not alone

All around the world

Millions lie in beds

Trying to catch some zeds

Anxieties unfurled and whirled

Cyclones twist our heads

In a sleep exclusion zone


Drinking camomile tea

A cat dozes on my knee

Mocking me

I could write some poetry

That might send me

Off to sleep mid-verse

End this night-time curse


But it didn't

Because I've finished it, it seems

Unless this is just a dream


Three O'Clock Sheep Club

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