When things are dark and all’s asleep,
he seeks the comfort of my feet.
When the day is warm and the insects drone,
he likes to lie beside my toes.
When I sit down to read or eat,
there he is again, settling on my feet.
Science fiction, fantasy, mystery and what-not
When things are dark and all’s asleep,
he seeks the comfort of my feet.
When the day is warm and the insects drone,
he likes to lie beside my toes.
When I sit down to read or eat,
there he is again, settling on my feet.
And don’t forget when I’m in bed,
He likes to lie right on my head.
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Great! Wish I’d thought of that!
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Cute poem and so very true. Thanks for posting it.
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Thank you.
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