She sleeps in the centre of his bed
She has decided that’s where for now she belongs
Safe and warm and low to the ground
He visits her and leans right in
She is sleeping in his bed, she needs the sleep
He breathes warmly onto her head
He gazes softly at her as she opens one eye
Maybe she lifts her head briefly
The she resumes her sleep
Sighing he leaves her
Returning to the sofa
To maintain his vigil
On his oldest friend
A poem a day 