Sleep permeates my being on a cellular level
Leaving me listless and barely responsive
Nighttime comes swiftly these days
Although waking comes much sooner
Dreams no longer mean anything
They are not even remembered upon groggily waking
The day begins with one minute melting into the next
Then finally again this small fragile bird
Once more searches out the nest
Familiar leaves and twigs entwined tight against the wind
Only for the rain to drop the bottom out again
Thank you Mother Nature for wings that span the horizon
But why must these other dwellers build into my sky
Another tree found and the building of a nest begins anew
Then as before, sleep permeates my feathered body on a cellular level.
Tonight though it will be different
I will wake and mark my dreams upon the nest’s walls
Stories for my younglings to take into the world
Making the long flights of these wings immortal.
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