This one from a few years ago. I think I wrote it with Tasha for some silly class thing.
November Cats
Our two cats circle each other carefully,
November Cats
Our two cats circle each other carefully,
Like planes lumbering on the taxiway. Making sure imaginary wingtips don't touch.
Whiskers twitching like strobe lights.. navigating safely out of range of a quick claw.....
A fast slash.
Our two cats find spaces to sleep on November afternoons,
Curled on rugs in spotlight circles of sunlight...
vacuuming the last ounce of warmth from a fading Autumn day.
Outside the windows winter heads our way like the last flight from Chicago...
And our two cats close their moonlight eyes on November afternoons and dream
perhaps of flying
Our two cats find spaces to sleep on November afternoons,
Curled on rugs in spotlight circles of sunlight...
vacuuming the last ounce of warmth from a fading Autumn day.
Outside the windows winter heads our way like the last flight from Chicago...
And our two cats close their moonlight eyes on November afternoons and dream
perhaps of flying
perhaps of winter.
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