Muse

Go,
lie down.  

I turn it
into a chant: go lie down
go lie down go lie down.

It’s a prayer of course:
for the love of God,
go lie down.  

It’s a hit song
in this house:
go lie down
go lie down
go lie down and
go to sleep —

cat,
wild lady,
dark storm,
PLEASE
go lie down,
you must be tired after chasing
this ghost prey you’ve been seeking
since 3:30 AM 
that has flown from window to window
ahead of you, that has demanded of you
total attention, that has caused you to hang
from the breaking blinds, that has made you
oblivious to threats and the squirt gun, 
that has evoked from you a litany of squeaks
and small cries, that has at last led you
to leap onto the bed and rouse me
for good at dawn —

go lie down go lie down go lie down
GO LIE DOWN!  If you dream,
continue this there; if you don’t
there’s no problem, of course.

If I have to I’ll try
and find what it is
and take it down myself —

just 
go lie down, please;
what you want is your business,
stop making it mine.