Eighty-four animals sleep up on my bed.
At first there were only one or two–
but the numbers somehow spread.
Two Persian cats, three golden labs,
a single blue-winged Macaw.
Seven llamas, thirteen goats, one gray seal from Ottawa.
Four tiger cubs nestled deep between the sheets
a pair of three-toes sloths hanging underneath.
On the headboard twelve gulls nest, six lions lazily yawn.
Down at the footboard, a white-tailed deer coddles a newborn fawn.
Five snakes hide in the crumpled spread. A proud eagle guards eat post.
The eagles flew in – don’t ask me how – straight from the Barbary Coast.
Ten turtles lumber, eight gazelles leap, each in the hope of finding a spot.
It’s best to avoid the porcupine – over there – close by a sleek ocelot.
Last, but not least, there’s a mom kangaroo
with a joey tucked deep in her pouch.
You know – to get a good night’s sleep ‘round here- you best go sleep on the couch.