It sat –

            Well, more accurately, it lay –

            In the middle of our bed

            It was invisible at first

            But I had an inkling that

            I wasn’t dreaming

            When I felt the sharp edge of a long beak or

            Claw-like feet

            As I tried to mould my contours

            To your curves

            Eventually it revealed itself

            In all true colours (mostly pink),

            This fairly massive garden sentinel

            That had landed in our midst

            Without an invitation

            Or a receipt

            It was difficult to get around 

            For example, I remember that 

            We tried to squeeze together

            Between it and the wall

            But there was hardly any room

            And whoever had to butt against it

            Bore the brunt

            It stayed there

            On our bed

            Maybe because it was too heavy

            For either of us to lift

            On our own

            Into togetherness

            But at least it didn’t snore