Come back, the bed

Has a vacancy, if I’m

Asleep and I may be,

Or might, my Grammer

Can’t quite care, I write,

Niko eats; drinks his dinner,

Napping for a minute while

I rivet, we’re all ready for you,

Your people and your dogs

Await, you’re great, we wait

For your cab to lift you

Home, we’ll have washed, rinsed,

Gone to bed since the day

Is long and tired here, we’re

All about your return, lights

Dim and dogs in front room,

Late night reunion in the

Gloom under leaves: coming soon.