The Very Sleepy Sheep

Once upon a time there was a very sleepy sheep. He had a thick, soft, wooly coat, and two big curly horns, and one really big problem. He couldn’t go to sleep. He was a very tired sheep, but no matter what he did, he couldn’t fall asleep.

He ate all the grass and clover he could find, but this did not help him sleep. So he moved on to other foods. He made a salad with tomatoes and croutons and parsnips, but he still didn’t nod off. So he ordered a pizza with extra cheese, then a chocolate cake with chocolate chips and washed it all down with two quarts of pink lemonade with a little umbrella. He tried to eat the umbrella too, just in case. But none of this worked.

The sleepy sheep decided that food was not helping, so he changed tactics. He went for a run all over his pasture to wear himself out. But this did not help. So he did fifty jumping jacks. But although jumping jacks take a lot of energy, he couldn’t sleep. So he took a bike ride, then a spelunking trip, and finished off with three laps in an Olympic swimming pool. But at the end of it all, he still wasn’t inclined towards sleep.

By now the sheep was very sleepy. He really wanted to be in his dreams. So he made up his bed, and fluffed up his pillow. And as he lay there, he looked up at the stars and started counting humans. And by the time he reached 17,152, he drifted off. Soon, the pasture was serenaded with his snores as the sleepy sheep slumbered.



Prompt: Bedtime story.

Deepening Night

From deepening night
Shadows of snatching and catching
Reach past the locked door
      They won't stop at the locked door
We turn away in fear
When a shout wakes the stars
Dimly we see the knight
Conquering the perilous shadows
Fleeing defeated before her

She Doth Protest Too Much

Not again
Not once more
I did it
It’s done
That’s it
The end

How glorious to reach the end!
To put the yarn away again
And with satisfaction gaze upon it
The endless work multiplies no more
Happy day! The blanket now is done
I’ll never need another like it

That’s all that there is too it
I’m happy to see the end
Even though my fun is done
What makes you think I’ll start again?
I’m certainly not making more!
I really couldn’t stand it!

I’m completely sick of it!
Once was enough to do it
Perhaps I’ll dream of more…
But I know this is the end
I couldn’t be enticed again
The decision’s made and done

I know I’m bored now it’s done
But I told you I couldn’t do it
Not again!
 
Of course I’m going to do it
Couldn’t help myself in the end
Alas, ’tis yarn, I’ll always be wanting more

Another? Why not twenty more?
Think how pretty they’ll be when done!
Or perhaps this one will be the end…
The future’s too far to plan it
And though I might deny it
I’ll likely try to carve it into stone again

And that’s the end of it
Not bad to get more done
So, hit repeat and do it all again


I tend to do this every time I finish crocheting something.

Written for dVerse.


 

Waiting for Spring

The year has turned the page and waits for spring;
branches are silver-bare that wait for spring.

Winter has passed us by, yet it lingers still,
leaving shabby, snowy patches waiting for spring.

Though the frigid wind bites down to the bone,
hopeful warm thoughts patiently wait for spring.

Searching for the first of spring-green shoots
that mark the predestined end of waiting for spring.

Dreaming of the profusion of buds and robin chirps,
the warmth in the air after we’ve waited for spring.


Written for d'Verse.