Enlightening Nonsense

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Slept with the full moon as my blanket

Crickets providing the soundtrack

Even with closed eyes

I could feel it’s light penetrating my being

And their lullaby rocking me gently

Knowing that whether sleep overcame me

Or I stayed fully awake

I was receiving a rest

That no store-bought bed could provide

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Curled in a ball in my spoon

My dog as my bed companion

To her nothing special about tonight

Not inspiration for poeticism

For anywhere she lays her head

Is bed

And whenever she is by my side

It’s poetry

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While the stony dry grass beneath my body

Was not bought from 1-800-Matres

And the bugs that shared my bed

Made it not as restful

As a sterile sleep in the comfort of a walled home

There was a silence beyond the itch of bugs crawling on skin

Beyond the sound of crickets rubbing wings

That held me

Like a lover

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And when I woke up

To the growl of my four-legged protector

Keeping intruders from entering our expansive bed

With orange clouds of sunrise on the horizon

And the full moon still in the sky

Even the Backstreet Boys tune in my head

Couldn’t destroy nature’s orchestration

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My dog’s stretch

Told me it was time to wake from our slumber

Listen for a moment to the virgin sounds of birdcalls

A private concert that the morning seemed to bring for us alone

Watch them take flight from their invisible perches

Appearing suddenly like phantoms

And take with us the moon’s blanket

Mother tucking us in with nurture at night

And Father cuddling us in awe for the day

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