A New Home A New Rota

Not getting to sleep before 2am has been a regular visitor in my schedule. Tonight I stumble past 3 for sure. The causes are unknown, but the brain ticks on.

A Spot Of Feeling

Though the people were lacking
The world had a lot to say.
I was ready to give up
When I stumbled one day
On a rock
Or a sock
A creature of some sort
But what was this thing
That knew to contort
Into beings so sweet
That they hurt not my feet
But asked for attention
And then lay incomplete.

I was ready to move on when it said one word
A greeting and a smile conveyed in this bird
Or jellyfish, or bookcase
How absurd.
It said hello and I knew it was loving
It cared whatever it was
And I cared back
Forever and always I would care
And I wanted to never feel lonely again
So I took it with me and we talked until night fell
And until I next fell but I was not lost this time
I was content
In the end.