The sun beam shoots
silently through the pane
and lands in an oval on
the brown speckled floor.
There she lies, not
awake,
but certainly not
asleep. Only the
gentle rise and fall of
her coiled
form betrays the fact that she’s
alive.
I take two steps toward her as
her whiskers twitch at random intervals.
Another two; just two away.
My hand reaches out to scratch her back
but before I can her eyes snap
open.
Nobody understands the animal kingdom
quite like a the man who owns a cat.
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