Raw Poetry by Rev. Shakes Spear
Bed Hogs
My cats decide where I sleep.
Some nights I get blankets,
Others only sheets.
As they splay so freely
I’m allowed
to stretch a little.
I wake up on the edge
While they’re sprawled out
In the middle.
2-18-24
Raw Poetry by Rev. Shakes Spear
Bed Hogs
My cats decide where I sleep.
Some nights I get blankets,
Others only sheets.
As they splay so freely
I’m allowed
to stretch a little.
I wake up on the edge
While they’re sprawled out
In the middle.
2-18-24