Dog Sitting
I missed the dog last night.
The night before it had slept on my bed,
so comfortable it was,
securing the best place to curl up
and forcing me into the corners.
I moved it over
The rough silky weight of its pelt slipping through my hands
and started again.
Somehow it squirmed its way back
to the place it preferred.
I moved it again,
Shifting it bodily
using the quilt it was lying on,
but it woke. It knew what was happening.
I stretched into the position I liked and dozed
but within minutes it was on the move
pawing the bedclothes
sneaking back to where it wanted.
I listened to it snoring instantly asleep.
I was too tired to move.
My body lay askew
One cold foot out of the covers.
The light crept in round the edge of the blind.
I had live company.
This was no small hours imaginings.
I didn’t mind the snoring.
I imagined it was the snoring of a lover
and amazingly slept.
Sleeping Labrador…Jim Craigmyle
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