Kitten’s Lap

The fire chattered warmly as I curled up, nearly napped

With my back towards the fireplace, my head in Kitten’s lap

My mind was filled with jousts and kings

And lore of days gone by

And I did not hear the tear, appear in Kitten’s eye


That salt-warm tear ran down her cheek unnoticed

Landing acrid on my forearm

Where it burnt me with surprise

I was a ‘nestled child’ now burst aware to trembling silence

As her moist piercing glare – reflects my empty eyes

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