Written by Rachel Westfall
She lives in Whitehorse, Yukon, Canada
Her blog: The Waxing Moon
Feline Night Thoughts
The cat’s jaw clicks steadily as he sleeps,
his tongue pressing mechanically
against his palate. I wonder
if he’s dreaming of his mother
and the life-milk she fed him,
or of a bird, his typical waking-jaw-clack
muted by his curled posture.
His toes are long, like fingers,
strong and elegant; so useful
for tipping water-glasses
so the fluid runs curiously
out across the table and onto the floor.
His tail curls across his nose
and for once, he is still.
Originally published on writer's personal blog.
Posted with consent of the writer.