traded books for books
nearly even
ate and read poetry
for hours
the cat takes our time
we wonder if she’s deaf
if she’s happy
fed
we click when we run our hands over fur and bone
click when we pick her up light and brittle
she sleeps with her head pressed to the waterbowl and meows hello when she sees you
we watch her unmoving ears
Daily No. 9
AbyKittiwake 