Cat is a lumpkin

Sitting in her window bed

Snoring quietly next to me

And I envy her this time;

Do i want a basket

Perched on a ledge

With a fur blanket

To melt into? Perhaps.

She seems…content

To exist in this space

With us by her side.

So i write about her,

This little island of hair

Curled in upon herself

Away from the world

For a brief and sleepy time.