A clear night, stars litter the sky.
I feel huge, a giant among flies.
Twelve O’clock, the sun long gone;
Morning waits in anticipation.
A lot can happen now till then.
I watch the bats flutter in.
The wolves howl, the foxes hunt;
I listen to the fat hogs squeal and grunt.
But in my time I always die,
No matter how hard I try and try.
Morning overtakes me and I am hid.
Each day the sun: “Good rid!”
I yawn and stretch and say my prayers;
throughout the day I sleep upstairs.
In the sun the people play;
At night, alone, I’m left with strays.
Is it a cruel world in which I dwell?
My story, people rarely tell.
The clock controls me, the sun disowns me,
Yet I refuse to let this be my destiny.