Back to Bed

Sand paper lining my throat,
nothing but mush in my head.
I’m sorry, I just can’t cope any more,
I’m going back to bed!

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Black Head

Cat’s black head
peers through cat flap,
I glare back.
Eyes meet.
stalemate.
Not my black cat,
‘Grrrr’ I say.
Cat backs away,
gone in a flash.

Above Water

Head above water,
bright eyes alert, watching, seal
curious as me.

Back to Bed

My head is stuffed with cotton wool,
my chest is sore, my nose is red,
my eyes are heavy, drooping lids;
I’m going back to bed.

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