While you are my anchor,
my compass, my rock
my fluffy heroine
The Diva in a fuzzy jumpsuit

If I’m forced off-balance
by your reckless weaving
even once more
I’m leaving you outside
for the owls.

Enjoy a heating pad nap
Dine on Cornish hen
Stare down from your tower high
and leave me alone
to traverse the room
in peace