Counting Donkeys

When sleep evades
the mind suffers
I've tried music, reading,
even meditating and pleading,
all to no avail.
And as I feel my
sanity fading,
I'll turn to lost mind
to see what I'll find.
Cows jumping over moons,
even a few silver spoons,
I'll try anything.
With my mind failing,
I'll try something different.
Something a little dissident.
Something with flair and malarkey,
I'll try counting donkeys.