Poetic Sleep Poem by Spinner Parrot

Might had a bard a siester
In poise might be his pen
Fears but not of sinister
The But trend beyond his ken

Might rest his flesh at shore
And snooze the eyes at bay
Might eyes by tears be mentored
To but wet his hay

Set bard eyes at horizon
In slumber, poetic sleep
All to speak thought in Unison
The pen, the ink all to sleek

Morn bard not in slumber
Nor nab the looting tears
Even if croons the thunder
Promised i anon message in pairs