Sleep shattered purple night,
dreams slivered upon the floor
the frame’s glass reflects the moon’s shimmer.
Some reckless chase by old
fur baby brothers
leads to chaos reigned.
They at least have the decency to appear contrite.
that their bulk does not run
to nimble passage along a well arranged shelf.
The blessing is the shards were large,
all accounted for,
no barefoot danger to concern me.
Sleep may lie down once more,
though thoughts are going
to chase questions awake.