Honestly, in my early mid seventies, I find nothing quite as satisfying as lying on my back on the bed, in mid afternoon, and slipping off to sleep with my little dog tucked comfortably under my arm.
sleep
The Laundry Room...
#342
Pinkie
She sleeps in the washbowl,
The silly old cat,
A black fury bundle,
Inclined to get fat.
Pet Adventures: Our Dog, Simon
#261
A Sleeper
Simon, our dachshund,
Can sleep anywhere:
He sleeps on our sofa,
He sleeps in my chair.
He sleeps on the floor,
He sleeps on our bed,
He sleeps in my arms
Like one raised from the dead.
Simon!
Christmas Eve...
#161
The Night Before
It's 5 a.m.; the house is dark;
I've just heard the terrier bark.
I get my slippers, get my cane,
Try to ignore all aches and pain.
I check the window, check the door;
No one there; it's 5:04.
I'm back in bed by 5:08;
I love the dog; her bark I hate.
5:21: I hear her snore;
Next time I'll get a Labrador!
For Christmas, all I want is sleep;
Not every poem can be this deep.
Consider it my special gift;
(5:31: and I'm still miffed).