Munchmans
At night he waits for me
Looking up from the bed
With eyes full of anticipation
He yearns to spring forwards
But somehow keeps his patience
And waits before I settle
Before bounding upwards
There he sits
The poggle, the poggle
And there we both lie
For thoughts and recriminations
I lift him off and setlle foetally
If only I could go back
Right leg straight, left leg curled
And he slowly comes over and finds the divot
Where there used to be a bigger one
And he curls his legs over mine
The purr, the purr
Staying like this through the night
And this is how we live and love
Until the morning claims us both again
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