The kitten

It may go both ways

The kitten

She has found me

On the sofa

Soft and breathing

A slight purr

She nestles against my leg

Her paws

The color

Of salted caramel

Maybe dulce

Con leche.

The kitten is a comfort to me

I may be a comfort to her

As well.

Vacuum cleaner

More kitten. She and I, we frenzy about different things. But when the vacuum cleaner, or whatever counts as a vacuum cleaner, goes home, we settle down together, to hum and purr, respectively. 

The kitten

Frenzies

At the sound and fury

Of the vacuum cleaner.

So much more

Ends up on the floor

In its wake.

When the vacuum cleaner

Goes home

The kitten will eventually

Go sound asleep

On my shoulder

As I hum lullabies.

I remember these times

With my own small ones.

Now it is a kitten

On my shoulder

Purring.