Sleep

Then there are lazy days
When brains don't want to work.
You sit there in a haze
Then wake up with a jerk.
But sometimes all is still
And so you never wake
Your muffled sleeping will
Is quiet, and will take
Its rest, and sleep the night
The day, the afternoon
And leave everything quite
Arrested in a swoon.
Those are the days to not
Go out - its often hot.