Circa 2016,
A missive my amigo dispatched:
I sleep to the full extent
When my wife is on leaves,
And his statement,
Out of blue,
Left me wondering
If she's a white elephant
In his well furnished life.
Last weekend,
Insomnia was under the bed,
Purring through its whiskers
Like the doorway bell
In the day,
And it's a meandering mouse,
Squeaking and gnawing
The wood of cupboard
In the next room,
And it's a rumbling, too,
Outside the window,
And mine was with her parents
First time after marriage.