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
Copyright © Mike Gentile | Year Posted 2017
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