A short nap,
five hours gone by
and I awake to noise
and slowly I try
to see just what,
what’s happening here
as I approach with caution
these boxes I fear.
What is this clutter
affixed to my floor?
Why are you packing?
I want answers, I implore.
Have you gone mad
or is this a dream?
Just don’t pack my things
as part of your scheme.
Now, if you’ll keep it down,
I will get back to sleep
so no more commotion,
I don’t want to hear a peep!
Autumn Siders 