An ode to tiredness

I am tired and getting more tired by the minute.
A half crescent moon is slinking low in the sky
A shiny silver white star accompanies her
The dogs are barking into the distance
Sleep is beckoning me to bed
I am tired and getting more tired by the minute.

The day was long and much was done
I've done my work and earned my crust
And still that luminous orb beckons
behind the ancient twisted oak
Autumn days are here again
dressed in browning leaves and ripening fruits
the storks are striding south and the days no longer stretch
I am tired and getting more tired by the minute.