The sky is dark and the hills are white
As the storm-king speeds from the north to-night,
And this is the song the storm-king sings,
As over the world his cloak he flings:
sleep, little one, sleep;”
He rustles his wings and gruffly sings:
“Sleep, little one, sleep.” Eugene Field
this little guy slept for pretty much three hours straight. and if he did wake, he was so content. i have a feeling this handsome baby is going to be a very laid back boy, just content in his surroundings.