My Blanket Precious

A free-verse poetry

Jul 17, 2021

I and my precious blanket,
start our journey in the night.
when I sleep in a straight position,
it covers me alright.

Soon my bed-dancing begins
and my feet start moving.
Even in the absence of music,
they keep on grooving.

But my precious blanket knows
that I’d soon feel cold.
It moves north & south with my feet
so to provide them some heat.

The night passes in this crazy chase
but my blanket never quits the race
for my precious blanket says
‘’My feet are his favorite place.’’