Insomnia Rants

I really shouldn't let a month go by before I write. Working on a story.
I've started, but Writers Block afflicts. And so:

A Poem - Written in Lethargy

A wee bird waddles,
roundabout-ly shuffling its feet along.
First the one, and then the other chubby bird claw pushes forward.

The wee bird preens and puffs and chirps its happy
birdie big bird song.

And then 'le sigh' and off to sleep,
for le wee birdie sings alone.

Here's to little bite sized snack foods that are good for you. They make those, right?