Between me
and the sweet salvation
of slumber I desire,
lies the cat.
Befriending a feline,
vexed solely by my presence
is indeed daunting,
nay, impossible.
Did I mention there are three?
…cats, that is.
6 eyes, 12 paws, 60 claws
for slicing.
Did I mention I am fearful too?
Not of cats, per se.
I am concerned
for their wellbeing.
Emotional wellbeing,
mine versus theirs.
The standoff continues
within me.
~ elr
NOTE: I think this is less of an actual poem and more than likely a status update with lofty ambitions.
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