Tuesday, November 11, 2014

Nighttime





Nighttime

Silence,
You read,
The cat,
Jumps up,
He kneads,
His front paws,
Finds the soft spot on your robe,
He knows what he is doing,
It is primordial,
I think,
You say,
“He is just getting comfortable,”
I say,
“No doubt,”
Winter is coming,
And, nighttime comes sooner than it should.

Peter Lowell Paulson
November 11, 2014

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