Not A Sleeping Bench

Not a Sleeping Bench

The critters around me are creeping
on my head they are leaping
and from me keeping
my sleeping
bench

I move to a ditch but I'm weeping
for the drainage is seeping
and from me keeping
my sleeping
trench

These old moldy leaves I am heaping
nose from the edge just peeping
and from me keeping
my sleeping
stench


* Written for the Pond Poetry ~ UNDER CONSTRUCTION  contest, but since I am a judge, just for the fun and not to enter

Form: Triquint: a form created by Sylvia A. Feeley, which consists of 3 verses, 5 lines each.  Lines 3 and 4 of verse 1 (Refrain) repeat in verses 2 and 3.  The syllable count for each stanza is 9, 7, 5, 3, 1 and has an aaAAb rhyme scheme.