An Ode to Power Naps:

On a morning before the sun appears
And when even summer air is slightly chilled
A traveller must set out, must shift the gears,
And make her way, thoughts of sleep unfulfilled.
Many hours on the road she must endure
Before her destination is at hand.
And yet, she fades before her work is through,
So, in a recess, seeks out the cure:
For those who still are in demand,
A power nap might be just what you are due.

{Note: Odes are harder to write than I remembered when I started this post. Usually they are more like 3 stanzas long, but we’ll just call this an Irregular Ode and be done with it.Ā The LG Chronicles will be back with Part V tomorrow. Peace!}