[NicknamedBob]

Bright Eye, Tail Bushed

I’m bright of eye, I can attest,
But not from having gotten rest.
The coffee that I do consume,
Has opened eye to too-bright room.

My tail is bushed, I must confess,
My fitful sleep only from duress.
The blessings of a restful night,
I haven’t seemed to master, quite.

Bright-eyed and bushy-tailed am I,
Eager to give the new day a try,
But sometime soon I may just slink,
Off to my nest to catch a wink.

NicknamedBob . . . . January 13, 2007

[Soaring Feather]

Hi Bob!

Sheesh, I had way too much sleep, slipped into a coma I guess. LOL

Nice poem. Thanks.