Going Back To Sleep. Poem by SY Wong ...

Going back to sleep
All the chores's done straight with AAAAAAAs
Like hands on hips
I do not look for replacement
The birds maybe singing, again
Again and again
The Sun will always shine
The morning is lively with sounds
How come all I can think about is to sleep?
There's no end, yes there will be no end, no end to sleep
I might sleep again tonight
or, maybe not, I cannot
Sleep is beckoning
What is more important?
Rain rain, rain some soft rain.