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# Sleepless
**by Sidney Brammer**

Oh, to sleep like the cat. 
Indolent napping during
Daylight hours,
Exhausted by a night’s prowl,
Then a rarefied rest. 
Balletic investigations
Of belly, paw, and privates,
Easing her down upon
The counterpane:
The Isle of Tabby.
Eyes half-mast and slow fade
To brief oblivion of empty house.
Until a human invasion.
Obscene stretching 
Invites a touch, a scratch,
A shift of position, 
Then napping on.  

Oh, to rest a long time! 
A poison-spindled slumber 
With no wake-up call.
Instead, this wakened/woke 
Angst of Now.
A flash of heat, petty fretting, 
Life-or-death disquiet, 
Breaking glass, a mate’s mere snore, 
Toss and turn me long before 
Oblivion will come. 

Oh, to be nocturnal like the cat, 
Aptly named Aurora. 
We pass in the night.
She creeps toward her bowl, 
I stumble toward the clock, 
Old woman squinting
At a luminous dial. 
How few hours has she rested?
Vigilant and wary of
A siren in the distance,
A dumpster dropped 
From a midnight height, 
An exchange of vital cautions
By the neighborhood dogs. 
A freight train slows 
At endless crossings 
From north to south of town. 
That not so lonesome moan
That offers no repose.