The comforting warmth of another
breathing alongside,
closed eyes,
drowsily gliding
over waves
of sensuous dreams,
untidy covers
askew with contented
sonorous sighs.
Competing with birdsong at dawn
palls a little
when wet lips and cold nose
lather your ears
in a pawing ecstatic four-footed
wake-up call.
Pets never sleep where they should.
Apr 13, 2017
Apr 13, 2017 at 5:03 AM UTC
The comforting warmth of another
breathing alongside,
closed eyes,
drowsily gliding
over waves
of sensuous dreams,
untidy covers
askew with contented
sonorous sighs.
Competing with birdsong at dawn
palls a little
when wet lips and cold nose
lather your ears
in a pawing ecstatic four-footed
wake-up call.
Pets never sleep where they should.
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