The moon looms over the night sky
Peeking silently through the curtains of my window.
And although the hours pass
My eyelids are yet to grow heavy.
Desperate for rest, I reach for the depths of my mind.
I know! I shall count sheep.
An odd and childish choice.
But I shall count myself some sheep to sleep.
The herd gathered in my mind and ran for the fence
An endless stream of four legged clouds.
Each sheep jumped the fence
And I count them out aloud.
One sheep, Two sheep, Three sheep
The herd never grew thin
Four sheep, Five sheep, Six sheep
But I would not fall asleep.
There would be more than enough sheep to count
Maybe it would just last me ‘till morning.
I wanted to stop
But the sheep only kept coming.
So, I count my sheep aloud
While the night keeps passing.
The pasture filled with sheep
For the whole night I’ll be counting.