Monday, August 12, 2013


An unplanned overnight 
Resulted in cats' usual 
Bed partner sleeping 
At a friend's house.

One cat, already abed
When I decided to
Retire, scurried out
Of the room, bound 
For less comfortable, 
Safer surroundings.

After some tossing and
Turning, once asleep, 
I sleep like a rock/
Sov som en sten.
'Round midnight, 
I sensed a warm
Presence at my feet:
Two cats a-cuddling.
Once established,
Cats rule the environs,
Curtailing my tossing
In honor of their

Usually at 3 am,
Nature comes 
Calling me out of
My warm cocoon.
Cats accommodated
My movement,
Returning after
I had fallen back
To Dreamland.

Upon awakening,
I was back where
I started: sans cats.

Ann Beth Blake
(c) August 12, 2013

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