Languid Cat Dreams
by Anna Ruiz
I love how my cat sleeps
when the feeling takes over her warm body,
making her curl up into a ball, motionless, deep-breathing,
though sometimes a deep shudder escapes her dreaming.
Tail-twitching and waking up, she looks up at me, half-smiling,
what I was doing in her dreams.
I haven’t the heart to tell her I am that tigress soft-furred,
deep-purring, orange-striped she dreams of,
I swear my altered ego pads in on silent
feet... as the floorboards creak,
awakening us both in a surprise of mutual ecstasy
Copyright © 2006 by Anna Ruiz