Cat Dream

My poem for today.

Cat Dream
By Beth Greshwalk

If she had it her way, she would be an indoor cat,

every day a hot radiator, a soft sofa cushion, a warm, willing lap, naptime, respected and

expected, oh, to be rested, sleeping through

it all, never having to explain, you’ll love her anyway, a body velvet to the touch, cute no

matter what, graceful footsteps and a face of

unsolved mystery, eyes that glow in the dark, worshipped for her independence, when she

says no, people listen, safe from a world

she could watch from a window, watch and learn, watch and learn, no pressure to act,

getting what she wants, when she wants, like love,

and sleeping through it all.

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