Sleeplessly, I begin...

Wrapped in bedding, tight. 

Shedding light. 

I am being ambient...

The setting’s right. 

No Bambi on Ambien...

Or lamb being silent. 

No lecture by Hannibal...

But can be as violent. 

Though only in defense.

In a sense...

The innocence of Bo Peep. 

Still, no sleep. 

An uphill climb to the R.E.M...

And it’s so steep. 

Sheepishly, I grin. 

In wolves clothing...

Hooves loathing a well traveled road. 

Bold, with no camel toe mode.