Nest

 

 

 

Nestled in my bed

I tried to sleep more

the hours passed by me

 

the quest called to me

get dressed, do your best

life is not a test

 

the bed called to me

stay warm, keep well fed

don’t want to be dead

 

I said to my bed

life can’t be lived when

too warm, too well fed

 

someday we will all be dead

 

the quest was of life

get dressed, do your best

later

curl up in the nest, and rest.

Moira Levant ©2017

 

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4 thoughts on “Mornings

  1. Love this! Makes it harder when the cat stays nestled in the bed, looks up at you obviously thinking, “Yep, humans are fools.” and then closes her eyes again.

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