I’ll dare tell you how it feels
Feet kicked up
The late-afternoon sun coming at me
And all is silent since some tree somewhere took down a power line
I couldn’t be more pleased
If there’ll be no hot water for my tea tonight
Candlelight and the hope of tomorrow morning’s sun
Dampens any fear I have
Philosophically speaking
An alert cat and my stupid sense of hope
Along with a spirit-sister’s charge
Finds me feeling
Phenomenal
Would that you unwrap me
Slowly winding off the dressings distressing me
While I drift peacefully, mind and limb reposed now
Resisting my nocturnal nature
Into eve’s restful comfort, then
With morning might pounce
To repay you for eased night
There’s a distance still
Before I will thank the pain
Until then I’ll sing
Instead of sequins, spikes and spats
I may make space
For cuddling crazy cats
What are your thoughts on that
I’m not bored
I’m just
Batting at baubles
Hanging from the Christmas tree
Stretching and such
Playing coy
Biding my time
Until
That other cool cat comes back
Two days ago
With talk of the glitter and gold that’s on sale
I wanted
Just this once wanted
To speak about Santa
To plead his case, there in my tiny kitchen space
He’s real, you know
The jolly, the old, the sharing, the care
It being just November, such talk would widen eyes with the wrong wonder
Quite quickly, I ushered the imagined magic back into the attic
And sadly shuttered that door
He’s busy, they’re busy, lists of to who, to do, to should and to want
None of it’s useful to me
What if the mirror told
I was no longer there
Taken, stolen, gone, away
Would you think to care
Would you put up
‘Lost Cat’ flyers
On tall trees
From here to there
Would you seek me
Desperate
For my marching
In your hair
If the warm winds took me
To pillows that allow
My sleepy and my crazy
Would you miss my meow
Tell whether you would fight the winds
For each of our nine lives
To bring me back, once and for all
And marry my green eyes
LisaRosier.com 