I lay in bed tired as can be
I look to the window and what do I see
Four and twenty blackbirds looking at me
I must be dreaming, this I possibly can’t see
I open my eyes wide and sure enough they’re looking at me
I get nervous thinking of that bird movie on tv
I don’t mind birds, but just a few
This is obvious too many, what to do
I close my eyes again, to get a wink or two
As I turn over and open one eye
I realize it’s 3am and just a dark sky
No more ice cream before bed
I can’t handle these visions in my head
ya you need a good night’s sleep for a fresh morning! Nice rhythm in the poem. (y)
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Yes, I do! Lol. Thank you… 🙂
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