Sweet Dreams

This was written for Thrice. I finally got round to writing it for you. I hope you enjoy it.

Sweet Dreams

As Thrice curls up in a comforting ball

Kept warm by the crackling sparks

Of a cherry red fire that feeds on the logs

And protects from the fear of the dark

And he snuggles down deep in his nest full of down

And gently he drifts off to sleep

And as Thrice lies there dozing so softly

He murmurs and starts counting sheep

And he sips from a mug of hot cocoa

As the sweet smelling steam fills the air

And the chocolate aroma it wafts through the room

And a cool breeze just ruffles his hair

With his tabby cat curled up beside him

Who purrs as Thrice strokes him with calm

He sleeps on a warm woollen blanket

And rests there protected from harm

And the fusion of herbs from the garden

Honeysuckle, rosemary and thyme

And the sound of the deep tolling bells

That forms a melodious chime

 And Thrice dreams whilst barely still conscious

He sighs in his slumber so deep

Now please all just hush whilst you listen

For Thrice he has fallen asleep