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Rhythmically,
He growls like a bear,
Snarls like a gorilla.
Then groans like a logging truck,
and rumbles like a grown walrus.
He grunts and whistles,
Puffs, jerks, and snorts.
I stare at the clock,
And sigh,
Wishing the ruckus and the
Passing of time would ease up.
He awakens himself with a start.
And rolls over so we are grill to grill,
And grumbles, irritated, “You’re yawning…”