Half waned – moon
It lay bare,
On the hill – swung the swaddling stars
Stood – counting sheep

Catcher – filled with rye
Dreams, down by the bin
Ripped threads – it leaked
Swarming mites, surround

Bed bugs – bite bad
Spores flow red
Creaking bed,
Rocked to sleep

As the moon went down,
Rays – drew high
Rubbing my eyes – scratching the spores
Sat up in the bed – wet!