Too Many

In bed for the third time today.

Relaxing days on repeat. Rest and desires on repeat.

Cats in photos and soccer and games.

Squirrels and birds. Sitting in peace.

The impending return of work and fear.

The impending return of pressure and doubt.

Beautiful creatures and scenes.

Islands in lakes and piles of dead bugs.

Crunching and crackling under foot.

Millions of dead things.

42? No. 43.

74? No. 76!

Away with that.

Rocking and drinking.

Orks and Marines and superheroes.

Waiting and wasting.

Ice cream on a nice night.

Across the street a graveyard.

Fireworks in the distance.

Flashes. Bombing. Red and White.

Obscured and silent.

Too many graves in the way.