The Cat

She sleeps
Attentive, yes
But unaware.

Curious, the cat.
She lies there,
Asleep, yet unaware.
I think she knows something,
A secret perhaps,
Some hidden thing,
A golem or a dragon,
A god even?

Yet she doesn’t move,
Lies here on my bed;
I watch football
And she slumbers.
What does she know?
What does she dream?
I reach to pet her
And she cringes —
Does she even know I touch her?

And yet she licks me,
Rough tongue gracing my skin,
My darling even in her ignorant slumber.

~ by Benji on 17 FriAmerica/Los_Angeles2014-07-04T07:14:29-07:00America/Los_Angeles07bAmerica/Los_AngelesFri, 04 Jul 2014 07:14:29 -0700 2017.

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