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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