I Wouldn't Be Able To Greet the Day
I feign sleep,
Though I hear the quiet pitter patter of anxious feet,
It takes everything in me to not utter a peep,
To him, my awakening is a treat.
Without any more patience, he pounces,
I cannot help to smile at the sudden arrival of fur,
Fur so thick, you wouldn't know he were a canine to account,
He is the menace to my sleep, this little saboteur.
Though, without him I wouldn't be here today,
He's saved my life once,
And if weren't for this annoying little bunce,
I wouldn't even wake to greet the day.
This poem is about:
Me