Sleeping with Mr Tumnus

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Sleeping with Mr Tumnus

Sleeping with Mr Tumnus

Sharing my expansive, white linened bed
with the colour and silence of the healing night,
all felt calm inside my head and heart.
It was a deep hour when the sun still hid
yet the pure voiced call of the moon
flowed in through the slats of my golden blind.
I noticed furry Mr Tumnus confidently curled
around my own warm paw, beside me.
So sweet the restoring night
when healing comes as a gift
from the purring, snoring, gentle
presence of a loving, cuddlesome creature.

The Haven

The Haven

I said to him last night,
“take my car to work….come back in the morning and rest with me?”.
He looked at me…..
“OK” he said, with a seduction at the corners of his wide, wet mouth …..
There he was in the cold morning rain, at my door at 9am.
We climbed into bed – into clean sheets….
for 10am and radio 4…… The Archers Omnibus….
I fell asleep in his arms, missing most of life in Ambridge…..
yet this little haven of snuggledom
had me purring deliciously with delightfully safe sleep.
Outside this nest, Autumn winds
bumbled against the old, rough wooden door
and rains of dark lit skies
defiantly washed the small paned windows,
as it struggled to come in.
“No chance!” I mumbled…. “n o  c h a n c e.”