The sleepyhead

I look at you wondering

To pull out that I haven’t yet written

Is it another love story?

Or is that also a mystery?

I hear the dogs barking outside

Making my heart pounding fast inside

I wonder why I feel so scared

Or is it just there?

Too many questions I am spilling out

Think like I am done for the day now

I better hit off my bed

Before I make this poem a big mess…….