Wednesday 12 October 2016

Bedtime | A Poem

My cat often lies
Snuggled into my chest
As I curl up and
Drift asleep.
Her flimsy feather-light
Short hairs bend as they
Come into contact with my
Baby-pink covers
Her purrs echo around the square room
Passing through me
And setting the tiredness into my soul
Her warmth and chirrups of affection
Send me to sleep with an almost
unnoticeable smile
My heart beating
Centimetres away from hers
Nearly in tune –
But not quite the same

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