POEM - Sleep, Meet your Nemesis

The little jumble

Of ratty fur and tangles

Sits on our porch

Silent as a sphinx

All the live long day

Hanging with her new babies

It is a good arrangement

Low impact

Low maintenance

But there are a few hours

Between midnight and dawn

When she blows it

Throws the contract

Right out the window

And barks her fool head off

At every minuscule evidence

Of the existence of anything

At these times

I loathe you mop-dog

And my anger swells within

And I long for an open window

And endless supply

Of worn out old boots

With which to silence you

Nemesis of my good night’s rest