COMPANIONS.

Verily, I say, we should be more like the cat,
curled asleep atop a pillow like a queen on a throne,
while people scooch and move lower to give it room.
And we should rest warmly, as a husband who has
absconded with half the blankets in his slumber.
Why, the only fool we shouldn't admire in this picture
is the wife, shivering and pushed to the foot of the bed,
completely awake in the night, while her companions
unconsciously live a good life.