Sneaking a Peek
As I drew closer to the bedroom door,
through keyhole I peeked as I knelt on the floor.
And there she lay on a bed soft as clouds,
with barely a shadow to act as a shroud.
Quietly I crept while she peacefully slept,
a picture of beauty, I took and I kept.
I was sure not to wake her, I would not dare,
from her wonderful dreams, never to tear.
I wondered what dream she would choose to keep,
a token taken from a sleep so deep.
To interrupt my heart would not allow,
just nearing and peering like circling fowl.
Suddenly I touched her, I could not resist,
she awoke startled, clawed me and hissed.
Then Fluffy the cat scurried under the bed
and I had to snuggle with a pillow instead.
1/1/19
Copyright © Wren Rushing | Year Posted 2019
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