4:30 AM (The Night-Watcher)
The night watch sits
criss-cross-apple-sauce
in the center of my chest
Such a pesky little character,
he shocks me awake when I am within moments of sleep.
With cotton red troll muppet hair,
he dances down my shoulder blade.
Mind clatter
Rattle, rattle.
Bag of paper bones.
Trivial taunt: na-na-na
He sings of things of
great importance
and flees into the morning light.