Disclaimer: This is an original poem. Please do not steal, copy /paste my work with out asking for my explicit permission.
I was bored one night and decided to see if I could still write a poem. I used to have a ton of them, but some how I lost all of my poetry, art, and dress designs between moves from Texas, Colorado, and Michigan.
This started as a Haiku and it evolved in to this long winded story. I hope that it keeps you guessing till the end.
The oncoming attack (2012)
By: Rena M.
Every night I go to bed
You take up more room than I would like
I try to push you away to get some space, just a little space at night
You kick and stretch and protest, and eventually I give in
Later on I fall asleep, no longer do I complain about the little portion of the bed that remains
I dream of many things and colors
They seldom make sense during the day
Sometimes I dream of you or others who I have loved and who have gone away
The sun is rising… and we are sleeping
I know you are cuddling close by
You are warm and small, sweet and loving
Should I open one eye?
I open one eye to the glaring morning
Hoping you won’t notice
Quick perhaps you did not notice! Quickly I close my eye
You get up close nose to nose, that little nose makes me smile
I can feel you staring at me even though my eyes are closed
You will try many tactics before I admit defeat and finally arise
Finally, I open my eyes …..
Every morning I open my eyes, and every morning you attack….
With a little monkey face and lips
With little paws and tail
The purveyor of mischief, and insect killer
The tiny little Affenpincher
Pomeranian little ears and nose
A big mustache and overzealous eyebrows
I cannot help but awake and smile
And just so you know, I’ve been awake for awhile