'Sweet Repose', a poem by BuddyBlack

'Sweet Repose', a poem by BuddyBlack

'Sweet Repose'

While peacefully...
I slumbered
Upon my
Grassy bed,
A buzzard
Was circling,
Circling,
About my
Napping head.
He fluttered
Down
For a closer
Look,
And Oh!,
What Avian
Liberties
He took!
He pecked
Not once,
Not twice
But thrice,
Upon my
Sleepy nose.
Not hard,
But just
Enough
To rouse
Me from
My Sweet Repose.
Now, eye
To eye,
And beak
To beak,
So startled
That
I could
Not speak,
I counted
Fingers,
Ears
And Nose,
And found
I still
Had
All my
Toes.
I sent
Him on
His hungry
Way,
And this
Vow
I made
And will
Always keep;
To not
To lay
And try
To sleep,
Where buzzards
Like
To
Play and eat.