Nighthawk

"Reoccurring Nightmares"  poem based of an entry from The Dictionary of Obscure Sorrows  

Nighthawk

laying my head on my soft pillow

snuggled up cosy in my big bed

drifting off to the land of dreams

when the nighthawk enters my head

pecking at the back of my mind

my sleep is suddenly abandoned. 

what about that uncompleted task?

he can be really underhanded

oh my, that second slice of cake

creating a huge nagging guilt

nighthawk just won`t let is pass,

without some sleep I`m going to wilt

in the morning he circles over head

while biding his time during my day

then finally I get ready to sleep

that`s when nighthawk comes out to play

(C) Lissie Bull 2021