Poetry

Cats Sleeping (#1193)

My cats sleep in the funniest places,
Often the darkest and smallest of spaces,
A laundry basket full of clothes, fresh from the dryer,
Up into the quiet closet, they climb higher,
In cardboard boxes smaller than their build,
Amongst toys on the floor, laid out like a minefield,
Perched on kitchen cabinets and the kitchen stool,
Or even our laps when they’re already full,
On schoolwork or left around books,
In bags or tiny little nooks,
On the couch and over dining room chairs,
Laying upside down just above the stairs,
Down at the foot of my bed,
Or worse, wrapped around my son’s head.

Any Thoughts?

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