Cat Night

This night is cool,

Not like some nights

When it slaps and jostles you,

Like a cat swatting

A cockroach between its paws,

Until you escape inside,

Only to be tormented 

With its maddening meows

To come out and wrestle.

This night is cool,

Cool and wet,

Tapping with tiny feline claws

On your consciousness.

Categories: Poetry, Selection: Early Years

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