Falling Off the Monkey Bars — 8

by on November 21, 2019 :: 0 comments

My cat
comes in at dark
to be petted and fed—

I offer her
my life-long dilemmas.

She
curls
and
stretches
and sleeps—

While
I
lie awake
beamed
at the night.

editors note:

How many stars shine down on us because of uncaring cosmic cats and anxious unrest in the night? – mh clay

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