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.

Embarrassed mostly,

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.