Purrs and Snores

Deep into the night,
there they are,
side by side
on the mattress.
The cat purrs
a miniature thunder.
The husband snores
a coral of immensity.

The sound dispute
is pure beauty.
The feline, master
of the vibrant whisper,
with its "purr-purr"
packs light dreams.
The husband, tenor
from the incessant snoring.
Their symphony
is music to the heavens.

The cat says,
with an air of superiority:
"My snoring is art,
a heavenly sound."
The husband retorts,
without losing vanity:
"My snoring is robust,
of equal power."

And so, at dawn,
the battle continues.
Between meows and snoring
the night dances.
In the end, laughter wins
in our spread chest.
For in the home symphony
it is joy that advances.