Insomnia Poem by Julius Akim

The clocks tickin',
The oval keeper say's tick-tok,
While yet the nocturnal gaze,
With wide awake it search for its prey,
Together with its friend insomniac,
To fulfill their ballgame of torment,


And there then taunting the petrified,
Little rabbit run baby run,
But too late you've been lock-on,
The tomahawk cruise, Bang!
Showers of inferno upon the rabbit,
There it is, with poppy eyes wide open,
In the burrow, its lonely burrow.