
on darker nights
seeped in cold
I sleep well knowing
I am not alone
I hear the door,
the quiet creak,
the lighting weight
of little feet
padded paws,
a little nose
cold and soft,
tiny toes
kneading me
and nuzzling fleece
purring calm,
purring peace-
filled remedies to every ill
quiet breaths
long and still
a warmth that falls
through open arms
to settle down
on blankets and yarn
a tiny tum, a little head
smiling, snuggling
in my bed
and we drift along
in cozy night
snuggled close,
holding tight
paws on chest
chin on cheek
my angel is perfect
soft and sweet
my little boy,
my little one
someone to hug
someone to love
through the nights
cold and deep
hugging close
in quiet sleep
there’s an angel
in my bed
comfort for
the road ahead
Lovely poem! Louis Catorze is more like the devil in my bed, but I’m glad you have an angel! 😇
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Haha! Mine is an angel most of the time, but not always…
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