The Boss

She stretches at the end of my bed
no sound, she wants no fuss
the one-eyed blink that says
‘I need more sleep
Just go away’
and all is still again
and I write
in the silence of a Sunday afternoon
as hours pass
she does not move
just sleeps
until her internal dinner gong
sounds and she jumps to her feet
her eyes wide and alert
stare at me with the demand
‘C’mon then – feed me!’

© JG Farmer 2018
Form: Free Verse

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