Slumbering

She snores like a slumbering wolf,
Content in her snuffling rummage,

Gentle fumes of spent wine
Filling the room
Like a soft scented dream.

I lie listening peacefully
Wondering if she’ll wake herself,
Whisper a riddle and return

To her deep wandering rumbles,
The quaint breathy drones,

The kind that sound happy,
Lost in innocent times,

She’s a smile wrapped in blankets,
Sweet grizzles combined.

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