Dripping faucets and barking dogs

PHOTO PROMPT – © Madison Woods
PHOTO PROMPT – © Madison Woods

Drip Drip Drip goes the faucet

as I try my best to sleep.

The neighbour’s dog is barking

and so is the mutt up the street.

I tried warm milk, counted every sheep on old MacDonald’s Farm

and still I lay awake, waiting for the morning alarm.

On the clock in front of me

a one changes to a two, and then into a three

Two cups of strong coffee in the morning

and groggy until the next night

falling asleep wherever I go, can’t wait to make it right

until I hit the bed and already I know

I won’t sleep tonight.

This annoying little poem is how I spent my night and is also my entry into this week’s Friday Fictioneers. Click on the link to read more stories in this week’s collection.

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10 thoughts on “Dripping faucets and barking dogs

  1. And so, in verse, you touch upon another of those universal themes. Nicely done! My erratic rhyme-schemes are unintentional. I might publish one, as long as it doesn’t frighten the horses…uh, readers. 🙄

  2. I wouldn’t mind sleeping less if it didn’t cause all that fatigue. Great poem, it’s like the thoughts going through the head when unable to sleep.

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