I don't want to do anymore

The clothes are folded and put away
like mice in holes at the end of day
the songs are sung, the cat’s asleep
and I’ve got no more time to keep
a watch on the house. Let the clock ring
its night time hours. I have nothing
to do with it after I’m in bed
and snoring. What was it you said?
I don’t want to do anymore, that’s right,
before you disappeared in the night.
And I’ve not seen you at all since
except in dreams when you’re on the fence
the sheep jump. They go down to drink
at the creek where sometimes, one will sink.