A watercolor of my friend's cat.
This afternoon, I thought of my cats and penned a draft of a fast poem about them:
Affection is tidal.
Like moons and waves, cats and people pull and push.
Mammals in orbit.
Rise and fall of breath.
A flutter of eyes and sighs.
From desk to bed, slumber to flight,
they are connected on a retractable string.
You are mine.
Leave me alone.
Faces buried in warmth.
A lofty perch.
Observance.
Purring vibration.
