The Witching Hour

It's that time of night when your loved ones are snuggled up in bed and an eerie silence ensues.

It's when the creaks and sighs of the house engulf you, and you suddenly get the blues

You think of things and blow them out of all proportion, making them more important then they actually are;

things such as: Did I close the fridge? Did I shut the front door? Did I remember to tax the car?

You spend all night tossing and turning and going over things in your head, 

things that were not on your mind before you went to bed.

Although I don't do as I preach, perhaps staying away from the laptop, or computer before you go to bed may be the key,

although it's never worked for me.

I wish I knew the secret of having a truly peaceful sleep,

because when I get up at three to have that wee, 

it really makes me want to weep.

Actually, not getting to sleep has been my friend for over fifty years or more,

and I have strategies in place to help me win the war.

In my head I count sheep, and cows that moo.

In my time, I've counted so many sheep,

I must now have enough to start my own zoo.

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 Now the witching hour is over and it's time to climb those stairs.
 Perhaps, for a change, 
I might start counting bears. 

Because really, I want to own a zoo, and it wouldn't do any harm,
because with only sheep and cows, I'll only have a farm.