a prickly pair

Pins and needles sewn across the bed In threads of yellow-brown and rosy red Stitched across my sheets, embroidered to my bed and pillow Eye to eye with pins and needles, a prickly pair Pinned to my bed and pillow, they lay bare The prickly pair, they stare and glare Their eyes, like needles, pierce the air Embroidered to my bed and pillow, They’re always there, a constant thrill-o The needles, they whisper in the night Their sharpness, a constant fright The pins, they gleam in the moonlight Their presence, a constant blight The prickly pair, they never sleep Their vigilance, a constant keep Embroidered to my bed and pillow, They’re always there, a constant billow.