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[irish_ileana]

I wrote a little piece of poetry earlier today in my sleep-deprived state, and I hadn't originally planned on posting it here, but it's gotten a number of delightful reviews, so I thought I may as well.

Title: Insomnia
Type: Poetry
Rating: K
Author's Note: I'm going to point out now that it's very A. A. Milne.  I've been reading a lot of him lately.


The air whispers Twelve,
But it just needn’t have told.
I could have read the clock myself.
Oh, Twelve is so, so cold.

The air whispers One,
Morning’s One, of course.
I could have read the clock myself.
Oh, One is my remorse.

The air whispers Two,
And yet I lie awake.
I could have read the clock myself.
Oh, Two’s no silence break.

The air whispers Three,
Still now I’m counting sheep.
I could have read the clock myself.
Oh, Three, please let me sleep.

The air whispers Four,
The deadest depth of dark.
I could have read the clock myself.
Oh, Four’s got vicious bark.

The air whispers Five,
The birds hauntingly sing.
I could have read the clock myself.
Oh, Five’s so frightening.

The air whispers Six,
Then greeted by the sun.
I could have read the clock myself.
Oh, Six has just begun.

The air whispers Seven,
So family’s out of bed.
I could have read the clock myself,
But
I’m under my covers instead.