"People are reading my poetry / In faraway places across the sea"

Curling Up With Cats

The cats are asleep curled up in chairs
I curl up in mine and they in theirs
And no one has bothered us today
Just as we like (may it stay that way)
The cleaning lady comes tomorrow
(A cleaning lady! Imagine that)
I inherited an extra cat
Friends give me things or let me borrow
Whatever I need: thanks be to God

People are reading my poetry
In faraway places across the sea
And though it is strange and I am odd
Some seem very fond of it and of me

The cats are asleep but I will be
Awake for awhile before I sleep
To savor the unaccustomed sight
Of hope as it dawns on me tonight
A light which is warm and soft and deep
Beckons me join in the cosmic dance
For fate has decided to take a chance
On poetry spelled L - A - N - C - E
Curling up with cats at Studio Lance

+Steven Curtis Lance



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