She Sleeps: 1: 53 Am Poem by Chuck Audette
She Sleeps: 1: 53 Am
she sleeps
in our comfy bed, rain drumming a musical massage
while the idea bulbs burn in this distant room
with clocks ticking, keyboard clicking
my parental tucking in around
rhymes and poems and puns
our dog huffily sighs and turns a baleful eye
sleepily squinting out the light
wondering when I'll call it a night
so the squirrel dream can start.
A peaceful slice of life... Thanks for sharing. Another bravo!
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9/23/2024 11:03:44 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Very nice it paints good picture in my mind and I think I sence a lot of symbolic meaning in this poem, I really like it.