Warm Milk At Bedtime

Coy covetous cat
snuggled up in bed
secure
in warmth love.

Darkness
a goose-down quilt
cover
her slender form.

Youngest son
on left
husband
eldest son
on right.

You can almost
hear her purring.
She can drink
this kind
of milk forever.

poem by Terence George Craddock
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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