Poetry
The Cat On My Lap
A persuasive enticement
The cat on my lap
breathes slowly and deep,
a persuasive enticement
to drift into sleep
in this room of soft shadows
and shelves full of books,
with feathers and seashells
tucked into odd nooks.
Outside at the feeder
the birds crowd and fuss
while the wind chases leaves
through the rough grass and brush.
So many small tasks
I choose to ignore
as I sync my own breath
to my cat’s gentle snore.