Sleepy cat stretches
his popsicle toes furrily—
southern sun bathes him.
Asleep in a dark room,
my gut for a launchpad, cat
settles in for a bath.
Crumpled prayer rug
on the floor while the glib cat
quietly licks his paws.
Cat innocently
licks his paws, again surveys
the prayer rug, crumpled.
Lonely, straightened rug
waiting for the nesting cat
to attack again.
Cat lies in waiting,
watches rug suspiciously
for some sign of life.
Dawn, suspiciously
cat, and I watch each other
for some signs of life.
Winter, 1978
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