Sparrows
I’ve got a flock of sparrows inside me.
They flap their wings all the time.
They chirp and cackle.
They find life amusing.
I tell them to stop, because I can’t hear myself.
They say I could benefit from staying silent
from time to time.
I tell them I can’t sleep because of them.
They say I should get up and get this thing done already.
So, here I am.
And now, that I need them the most
they have fallen asleep,
and I am here all by myself,
and I am no longer sleepy.
GloPoWriMo Day 22
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