Counting Sheep

One, two, three, four.
Each one with a story.
Five, six, seven, eight.
Though most of them are boring.
Nine, ten, eleven, twelve.
That one is quite small.
Thirteen, fourteen, fifteen, sixteen.
Why should it try at all?
Trying for sleep,
and hoping to push
what pain is left away.
Hoping for night, a blissful time
and the beginning of another day.
Seventeen, eighteen, nineteen, twenty.
Oh look, that one fell.
Twenty-one, twenty-two, twenty-three, twnety-four.
I suppose it's just as well.
It won't stand up,
it never will
Not when it can just lie there
Its friends walk past it,
sparing no glance
as if they never cared...