Mike Gentile Poet Rhyme

He Comes a Laying

In the dead of night, he comes a laying
     up against my side
When a witches’s brew has chilled the air
     with a frigid tide

He comes in stealth, a quiet pace
     in a tip-toed creep
With me in dreams he finds his place 
     a way into my sleep

I wake to find there is no room
     i’m inches from the edge
 I see a fluffy monster
     has crammed me to a wedge

Though numb from lack of motion
     my heart just overflows 
with love for my sweet puppy
     despite his cold, wet nose

The warmth that he possesses
     and brings into my bed
will stay with me forever
     no monster here to dread

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Jan Allison September 27, 2017 at 1:47 PM aww what a cute poem and the epitome of puppy love Mike:-) hugs Jan xx Mike Gentile September 27, 2017 at 5:16 PM Thanks Jan xxoo

Janice Canerdy September 25, 2017 at 9:07 AM Mike, I LOVE this poem--my new favorite! Janice Mike Gentile September 25, 2017 at 12:28 PM Thanks so much, Janice, I am so glad that you liked it and hopefully, it made you smile xxxooo

Maureen McGreavy Pigeon Tart September 23, 2017 at 10:11 AM Awww! Sweet puppy poetry. Thumbs up from this poet who's gone to the dogs :) Mike Gentile September 23, 2017 at 11:29 AM Thanks Maureen xxoo

Ja Ja September 23, 2017 at 8:16 AM This one thing I would bet Your cute and cuddly pet Your bed has not yet wet Nice read, thank you Mike Gentile September 23, 2017 at 9:36 AM So true, lol, thanks