✈️Free Verse (55)✈️ – Like An American Poet ✈️

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The Beaver Supermoon just won't appear,
it's too cloudy outside my window.
While here inside, it's warm and cosy,
on my bed - my she cat stretches out.
She is content, with little eyes closed.
Do cats dream - I idily wonder?
The night-time mist outside has
disapated and the neon white of the
street lamps shine eerily down;
creating pools of light in the darkness.
I sometimes think I will go for a walk,
but at this time of the night,
it would be unwise
and after the Asda incident
I have a fear of walking alone.
I believe I was singled out by two youths
as their next victim for a mugging.
But thanks to the First Choice Homes caretakers,
their plans were thwarted!
I sip my hot chocolate with the hope
it will make me feel sleepy.
Sometimes, I wish I was a cat.
They make sleeping into an art form
I hate my insomnia and the half pill
I take because if I take a full one,
I will sleep until past midday.
Then where has the day gone?
Although Janet Jackson says that
she writes songs in the middle
of the night - so writing poems
must be OK too? But right now
I would prefer to be asleep.
Wondering the paths of my dreamscapes,
sleeping, resting, my cells renewing.
Now I am writing like an American poet!

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