Sleep appears their want in life
Dreaming possibly
Awake at night
Asleep in daytime
Seemingly the bright
Stars, the blue sky up above
Aware however slight
In their favourite places
Cave or igloo where
Comfort appears reasonable
Places they seldom share
Their bouquet
Some of their hair
Resident thoughts they hold
Warmth away from draughts no doubt
They do not like the cold
Seeing through the darkness
Howling from the very soul
Constant preening
Sometimes leaning
On a cushion
Their control
Clearly from a distance
Awoken seemingly
A gulp of water a sniff of meat
Some “dreamies” possibly.
Rex Tyler is a Poet, Campaigner, former owner of an organic shop of 30 years, and Public Speaker living in Berkhamsted, UK.