All hail the nap!
That mini vacation,
miraculous reset,
arm-chair sedation,
restoring us to
youthful vigor
instead of creeping
mortis rigor.
So, as fugitive from
myself and the news,
I follow example
of the duck group-snooze.
Tag Archives: naps
Connections: March 3.18
The snore of a duck
is a delicate thing
muffled by
cozy blanket wing.
Contented they sleep
in their soft feather beds
as though it is nothing
to wear backwards heads.
Connections: November 2.17
They call him Fat Freddie
I think it’s a shame
a little more dignity
should attach to a name.
But in model comportment
he rises above
curled into the naps
he gets plenty of.
Tucked into himself
his postures astound —
would I sleep better
if I made myself round?
