Quiet time has changed. It may never be the same.
She loves the older cat’s tail.
She loves the possibility
Of my coffee cup.
She loves getting stuck in places
She cannot get out of.
She climbs on me
The older cat watches
A glint of amusement
In his eye.
No
It is not time for a nap.
No.
Not yet.
No.
Maybe not ever.
Oh
There’s the tail.
She forgot.
I watch,
A glint of amusement
In my eye.
His turn.
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