Poem a week

Aug 17, 2007 03:24

I am going to try to work my way up to a poem a day, but I also wouldn't want to strain myself...

I am spooning my cat
With fingers and toes and nails
I am clinging
To a twin mattress
And to sleep
My butt is hovering over open space
A downward slide is imminent
The cat sleeps loosely curled
Smack in the middle
Perfectly comfortable in the middle
Paws kneading air
Pushing back against me
A silent command for scratches
from a hand I cannot spare
Finally, it is move or be moved
I lift the cat
He folds in half
At the spine
I jerk awake
Because I've killed my cat
Or at least seriously maimed
I stumble out of bed for the light
He sleeps on, content in his victory
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