Thursday, December 10, 2015

Pat the Cat

Pat the Cat
stretches out on the floor
in the rays of sunshine
that slip through the door
his soft fur glimmering.
He rolls on his back,
his paws in the air
lightly furled,
his spine arched
and flexed,
at ease as he naps
in the daylight.

Pat explores the shadows
within a brown paper bag
left on the kitchen floor.
He sleeps
in the darkest corner
of the closet curled 

in the rumpled people smells
of the laundry basket
or in the safe shadows
beneath the bed
where we can't see him
the cat who seeks
the dark and the light.

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