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