Blanket

I have a huge yellow blanket.
Absolutely huge, it’s wool.
I didn’t believe it when I first opened it up,
It just kept opening and opening and opening.

I love to lie under it.
It’s got a feel all its own.
I have dreams of being wrestled to death by it,
It opening out and tangling me all up in it.
What a delicious way to go—exhausted battling a
Huge yellow blanket.