We prowl
around the room
the cat
& I
unable to settle
until you return
sitting on the settee
until you return
then - on the floor
(both eying the door)
it
sitting
on me
both stretching listlesly
(strange bedfellows)
yawning in synchonicity
out of restlessness
& boredom
until the turning
of a key
magically
produces you
both
cat
&
I
...purring!
I could read your writing all day long. Doesn't matter what it is, its always good. -shannon
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Breathless 'Anticipaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaation! ' Oh, that wonderful sense of loneliness...waiting...hoping...needing....and fulfillment with just the sound of the key turning in the lock.............fulfillment!