Lullabye

Most nights I pretend myself to sleep

I don’t want your fear so slumber I fake

It keeps me from dreams too deep

 

Even breathing is the trick

In and out, like an engine rumbling at idle

Intake, compression, power, exhaust an even tick

 

The dog knows what he’s doing so I follow his lead

Snort, snap, tremor, mumble, grunt

He contorts, runs in place, acts like he’s doing the deed

 

Are you gone yet?  Where’s the remote?

Closed captions are my only friends

In my six foot long, 18 inch wide boat