Midnight Manoeuvres
Midnight Manoeuvres
And as I gently sleep
A person is moving
They silently creep
With feather light footsteps
In through the door
The carpet muffling
Footsteps on the floor
They reach a standstill
By the side of the bed
A shadowy figure
That moment of dread
Open one eye slowly
To take a quick peek
Who could it be?
An axe murdering freak?
Open both eyes
When you're good and ready
It's small and furry
And looks like a teddy
Close to your face
You start to breathe
Your life is spared
A sigh of relief
"I've had some dreams"
"And they were quite bad"
"Can I have a cuddle?"
"Please can I dad?"
"I"ll just climb in"
"You'll hear not one peep"
"Then back to my bed"
"Where I'll fall asleep"
A cold body climbs in
And rests next to yours
Previous whisperings
Soon turn to snores
She's laid on your arm
What can you do?
Pinned down, hopeless
You need to move
You've got pins and needles
And wriggle it about
Gently slide it
At last it's out
You carefully sit up
And get out of bed
One hand under the body
The other the head
Lift her up gently
In the dark you fumble
Catch her foot on the door
She stirs and mumbles
Into her bedroom
You carefully tread
And bend down slowly
Lower her into bed
Through this disruption
It’s hard to be mad
When a little voice says
“Night, night Dad"
Harry O'Neill
Fri 14th Aug 2015 22:49
Lovely essence of gentleness about this