Love Poem: He Comes a Laying
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Written by: Mike Gentile

He Comes a Laying

In the dead of night, he comes a laying
     up against my side
When a witches’s brew has chilled the air
     with a frigid tide

He comes in stealth, a quiet pace
     in a tip-toed creep
With me in dreams he finds his place 
     a way into my sleep

I wake to find there is no room
     i’m inches from the edge
 I see a fluffy monster
     has crammed me to a wedge

Though numb from lack of motion
     my heart just overflows 
with love for my sweet puppy
     despite his cold, wet nose

The warmth that he possesses
     and brings into my bed
will stay with me forever
     no monster here to dread