Slumber Party

This morning, as I lay on the fine horizon between dream and wake,

Cat, tired of waiting, sat next to me and began grooming.

Her whiskers, moving against my arm,

Felt like a lot of graceful, long legged, happy spiders

Having some kind of dance party.


c 2007  Deborah Bolle

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