My wife wheezes vague accordion notes in bed next to me

A bolster cushion clamped between her pregnant thighs

To raise her swollen belly

 

A black cat purrs affectionately beside my ear

The rumble of content occasionally broken

As she rearranges her frame

 

In the room next door my daughter clutches an overpriced teddy

Sailing away on a sea of childhood dreams

One leg dangling out of bed

 

Outside the moon conducts a silver symphony

Kissing the sleeping countryside

With sensual ghost light

 

The house clicks and creaks contently

 

Even the chickens sleep

 

And yet here I am

 

Writing this

 

Poem.