Oh down is soft and cuddly  
And down is gently warm  
And down is light and yielding  
And down accepts your form  
So down exerts no pressure  
And lets you do your thing  
While you're fending off the winter  
And holding out till spring.  
It has no expectations  
Of it's corners tucked in neat  
For a duvet's not a blanket  
That weighs upon your feet  
And tries to force agreement  
Of the way that you should lie -  
A duvet just keeps shifting  
And accepts the way you try.  
A duvet needs no hydro  
Has no wires or strings attached  -  
For it's function's insulation  
(Its economy's unmatched).  
If the weather doesn't call for it  
It packs into a space  
So small you can forget it  
But take it any place  
So if you find you need it  
'Cos the weather gives you pain  
You only have to fluff it  
And soon you're warm again.  
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I have been wondering if calling our changed sleep patterns just that, rather than insomnia or sleep deprivation or anything else which has outright negative connotations wouldn't help in a subtle way? It wouldn't stop us trying things to change them back but it might be less anxiety producing. . Anxiety sure doesn't help sleep. 

Here, outside in the sunshine  
Lenses become redundant  
And once again I can enjoy  
Conveniently unassisted sight.  

I would not trade  
The better concrete seeing of my youth  
For inner vision of the abstract  
Developed by the passing of the years..  

But both at once - that were better yet!  
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