Sleeping mine, Drawn upon my chest, is dreaming
There, just above my head is sneezing
Below another ball of amber fur
Her scratching paw shall make me stir
Still, and staring with widened eyes
To watch a spider watching mine
As time emerges as no time
Just an endless gaze into the night
Here in bed that once was mine
Snoring like a freight train ride
Without a reason or a chime
Rose the heads of them, now counting five
Soon a frenzy with a leap
All small faces watching as she creeps
There above she is, a playful Treat
Now, none of us will get our sleep
(11/26/2021)
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