Every night, when they went to bed,
she spun a cocoon about herself
of blankets, sheets, duvets,
While he slept adjacent,
clinging to the edge,
strangely content,
Knowing that, in the morning,
she would emerge,
spreading her wings,
Fluttering him
with love
and scrambled eggs.
Bluster & Absurdity 
Hi Eric,
Your blog (or whatever… my knowledge of social media is
deliberately minimal) has been received. In turn, I’ve added you to
appropriate sub-directories of my own. Two examples:
Love this poem!!!💕