While we watch Springsteen on TV
You couch in comfort
On the bed’s edge,
Cool stare at the darkness
Outside the window screen,
Ears pricked just a bit
At some sub-audible sound
That might be rats, bats,
Other cats in the night.
No excitement here,
Just alert, pert,
An implication you might pounce
If life requires; or not.
For after all, the bed is soft,
Your people warm.
Tuna crunchies might appear.
©2011 John I. Blair
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