‘…And, I passed my right hand upon
A Grandpa cat’s black coat, as I sat upon
My throne.’

I switched the swath of toilet paper
To my left hand, scritching a bit more,

At a cat of ours.

‘… And, I thought my energy might be passing
Through his aging mind, through his head and ears.’

This cat of ours.

I finished peeing, laughing at myself,
As usual, a moment can’t pass

When I’m not a Cat.

Erin Elizabeth Kelly-Moen
© Copyright 6/19/09