Perched and resting off the ground
Two swively sturdy artificial laps provide sound rest
To the experienced shifter
But what about the cold man's breeze?
It's either that or Mr. Wishter's preparation blisters -
A pain to squeeze or touch or rub!
But the shaking in your knees?
Or spring summertime's wheezing sneeze?
Perhaps blisters aren't so bad . . .
Just Saw This
Honored, Night Shifter :D. ~Stella~
Thanks for the poem after a long hibernation
Maybe I‘m wrong Mr Daniel. But night shifts are gruelling indeed.
©bishu