The Gift


The blue jay was squawking early dawn
She could have blasted it
Rarely sleep would come
But today, with dreams

Not long was gone
The cardiac request
Where from that came
Is unknown to her.

The cow bellowed
Food for he was late
Even though sleep
Was nil

All this was once
A common given
Now it was
A gift.

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