Sheepish Sleep…

In
the
wee
small
hours,
on a quest to find sleep
turning this way and that,
even counting surly sheep.
A car alarm sharply sounds
ripping silence from the night
shocking you awake
as sheep scatter in fright.
Suddenly it ceases as if never heard
like a quickly strangled cough
but you’re sure that’s absurd.
Perhaps you’ve gone deaf…
or at last found sleep
or are you still patiently
rounding up your sheep?
LadyP©2013