observations on a serial napper (20170222)

behind me the cat sleeps
on a little fleece bed
i can see her breathing
in that almost imperceptible
mockery of slow motion

i just wanted to remind you
that there is something warm here
with a beating heart
and it doesn’t matter
the size of the muscle

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merrildsmith February 23, 20173:34 am

I always seem to read your cat poems when I have one on my lap. (Of course.)
1. crow February 23, 20176:02 am
  
  Oh, they know!
  1. merrildsmith February 23, 20171:38 pm
    
    🙂
Lisa R. Palmer February 23, 20173:53 am

Oh, I love this!! Bravo, Crow!
Nan Mykel February 24, 20173:40 pm

Reblogged this on NANMYKEL.COM and commented:
Respect for all life.
1. crow February 24, 20175:05 pm
  
  Thank you!
Nan Mykel February 24, 20173:41 pm

Love it. I’ve re-blogged. Nan
Poet Rummager February 26, 20171:49 am

Precious. Even the smallest creatures know what love means.
1. crow February 26, 20171:13 pm
  
  They really do.
  1. Poet Rummager February 26, 20171:21 pm
    
    How’s Buddha? Sorry, is that your dog’s name?
  2. crow February 26, 20171:29 pm
    
    Close. Bodhi. He’s good. Just wrassled him a little.
  3. Poet Rummager February 26, 20171:30 pm
    
    Sweet. ❤

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