Milo Poem by Helena MayStanley

Milo is sleeping safe and sound,
Resting upon the soft fluffy ground.
Her snores compose a rhythmical song,
All through the night they carry on.

She flutters her eyes and twitches her nose,
And gathers her blanket up with her toes.
The cold black night speaks no noise,
As Milo cuddles up with all her toys.

The howling wind can whistle through the trees,
And the birds may tweet and sing as they please.
Cool rain may delicately drop,
And motorbikes could scream in the parking lot.

Music my thump in the neighbouring room,
And other dogs could howl at the moon.
A drum could beat hard and loud,
But Milo will still be sleeping safe and sound.