It’s 9:00. I’ve slept six, count them, hours.
The sun shines on the springtime trees and flowers,
but not on me. A fading of my powers
results from nighttime wanderings through towers

of mazes. What went wrong? I couldn’t sleep.
The Tired Bird had not begun to peep
to draw me into slumber soft and deep.
I need more hours so I can count those sheep!