I hear him whine at two A.M
Scratching and pushing on my door
I have no choice but to invite him in
And I know he won’t sleep on my floor
He always jumps on the foot of my bed
Every night to rest his paws
With one glance at his droopy face
I soon forget his simple flaws
He leaves me little room to sleep
He drools, and worse, he snores a lot
I cannot move him, what’s the use
His breath smells awful, and it’s hot
He hogs the covers and doesn’t wake
And all the while, I cannot rest
And when the alarm sounds morning bells
There he is, head on my chest
Although I haven’t slept in years
Next to his frame, so soft and wide
Sleep will just not be the same
Without my canine by my side…
Danny Taylor
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-canine-s-poem/
