His Bed…

Certainly not mine,

His bed it is,

His head on my pillow,

My blanket his warmth,

At least he warms it up for my feet,

When he decides to give it up to me,

Our fight for possession a feat…

Takes me getting into the bed,

Laying on the pillow with my head,

Before he does seem to notice,

He takes up the whole space,

But he does not move, I seem to forget it’s his place…

He does have his own,

The sofa in the other room,

For him alone,

When I do ask him to move, he groans,

His day will come when he will have to atone…

                © ed ~ 10/3/04