Fishing for Inspiration

My intent was to get up this morning and write; but I tossed and turned all through the night.

As the bright sun rises, my mind’s not dawning. After two cups of coffee, I just can’t stop yawning.

An hour at the keyboard and the screen’s still blank; as fish swim in circles watching me from their tank.

Haven’t they anything else better to do; like writing some silly ass poem for you?

~g