Thoughts of a Wakeful Wife

Let's try a poem with no introduction and see if it stands on its own.

                                                               

                                Thoughts of a Wakeful Wife

                        Late at night, I can’t tell the difference

                        between the dog’s deep breathing and yours

                        until I hear the snuffled snort, the brief growl,

                        the sighing whine, the rustling scratch

                        of restless legs – and then I know.