200: 3 stars die, 3 similes share a verse, 1 toilet break
With thanks to Boy for his scientific musings! 191 Mist rises to sheep midriff They bundle up the steep field-side Settle under the hazel tree, survey Perimeters of moor-land and water-vapour 192 Open moor-land lapses Into mist that sidles up Over everything but peaks And treetops 193 Woken by bladder pressure Padding past the landing window Sleepy eyes marvel at the Silvering scenic sky 194 Point toes back towards bed And follow them under the duvet Where your warmth and rest are Waiting, just slump into it 195 There is the boat moored waiting At the lakeshore where I left it This dream like a holiday destination A revisit to a comfort zone 196 This enchantment of sleep puts Me under fast, holds me fast I will be reluctant to break the grip The seductive comfortable mesmerisation 197 Hard to know at any hour if the dream Is a distracting lie, or an alternative Truth, either way it is experien