she sleeps <br />in our comfy bed, rain drumming a musical massage <br />while the idea bulbs burn in this distant room <br />with clocks ticking, keyboard clicking <br />my parental tucking in around <br />rhymes and poems and puns <br />our dog huffily sighs and turns a baleful eye <br />sleepily squinting out the light <br />wondering when I'll call it a night <br />so the squirrel dream can start.<br /><br />Chuck Audette<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/she-sleeps-1-53-am/
