Sense Sonnet - Acher

Night Hawk

A night hawk is building a nest

Somewhere in the back of my brain,

And is causing me to lose rest.

A sign of me going insane?

I keep waking up thinking that

I'm seeking something I can't find,

Lost in my mental habitat.

This bird is pecking at my mind.

The hawk swoops in only at night.

I'm a haven from its day job,

Taking up space as though to spite

My tendency to fret a gob.

Intruding on my slumber clock

Is this so persistent night hawk.