A good friend of mine wrote this poem. She doesn’t want to be named because she doesn’t want her husband to know that his snoring is so bothersome.
When all is still
Except for crickets
And a gentle breeze
There are two other sounds I hear
One that gives me a chill
And one that sets my mind at ease
Both are almost cousins, so to speak, or friends
Yet the emotions they evoke are at opposite ends.
One sound is that of a purring cat
Deep and rhythmic, the very definition of contentment
A lullaby to cuddle to
The other is my husband snoring
A noise to set my nerves askew
So there I lie
Cat on my stomach
Husband at my side
Engaged in a rumbling duet
Leaving me to wonder why it’s so easy to abide
One sound and not the other
When one is my wedded spouse
The other just a pet?
Editor’s Note: I wrote a post about keeping your cats and dogs safe on Halloween at Parade. I hope you will take a look. Thanks!