The Felon

Each and every morning
A thief begins to creep
Into the east’s horizon
And robs me of my sleep.

He steals my night’s sweet slumber
By breaking into dawn;
And though I’m now awakened,
All I can do is yawn.

I think he must be chastised
Before the set of sun
When I retire to slumber
After my day is done.

For his crimes should be punished
Before he can repeat
His felonious habit.
Then, my nap I can complete!

For daylight is the thief
That steals away my rest.
It enters through my window
While I cannot yet protest.

I think if I could do so
I'd lock him up awhile.
Then in my repose you'd find
On my face a great big smile!

I chose to write in the style of Emily Dickinson this week.  Her  wit and short stanzas create lines that are pleasing to the ear and inspired me to attempt to emulate her style.