do designers dream of vectored sheep?

A designer gets home, work long and dull

Excitements from the past now forgotten

Instead the thought of bed brings glee

So the designer lay down, sleep drifting

Deadlines pervade this peaceful moment

Even here we must be problem solvers

Begrudgingly awake, the designer counts

In attempt to force about quick rest

Vectored sheep leap along illustrator files

Vaulting over fences of em-dashes

The counting is displayed in Helvetica

A quick glance finds the pen tool outlining clouds

Our designer awakes in cold sweat

They can’t help feel the forming of tears

Spending so much time in love with this field

And now they cannot escape from it