canorous

sweet nothings are as nothing
'gainst his dulcet timbre
for when drifting off
in slumber's piece of day
I have found no better way
than the canorous chords
of one Sir David Attenborough
singing me sweetly to sleep
descanting savanna songs
or arias of the arctic
engaging my mind in his
sonorous kind voice
and delightfully distracting
from the act of re-acting out
every conversation and blunder
that I have ever had
from the day that I was born
until the moment I go under