The window has been opened
letting the cool fresh air in since earlier this afternoon. It remains open to the darkness letting
the cats come in and venture out.
Harry, my grey beauty stands on the window ledge surveying me hunched
over my laptop. He decides to leap
outside into the darkness, the unknown. Harry is fearless having
once captured a bird quadruple his size. The bird fought against capture, the
expansive free wing beat against Harry’s upper body, but the bird was not
dropped.
Each night Harry sleeps
pressed against my left shoulder.
Just before dawn, he shifts to reclining on my chest. In partial wake, I pat. Sleep overtakes me, the strokes stop
and the biting begins. This is a never fail way to get my
attention, to draw blood. I guess
I am a pushover because when Harry wants attention, Harry gets attention.
Gratefully, the blackness
of night was much more interesting for Harry, at least for now.
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