I Wouldn't Be Able To Greet the Day

Tue, 10/18/2016 - 13:31 -- Niayla

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. 

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