You are there
the night your blanket
as the muffled sound of slumber
creeps in from under the door.
A door you’ve looked at for years.
Breathing you’ve heard for a lifetime.
Now both are strangers
even though you cannot make them speak why.
Tag: attitude
Feline Judgement
Her tail flicks as she saunters past,
nose aloft and green eyes
avoiding my gaze.
The delicate scent of catnip
I purposefully misted on her bedding
gets only a single sniff,
and the square fishy treats
no more than a cautionary lick.
I suppose that’s all I deserve,
having been away
for two whole days.
Treeshallow Musings 