Poem a day for April

Toes

Expectant, you dance around the kitchen
I am your whole world in that moment
Your claws beat out a frantic rat-a-tat
Kibble, woman. Kibble. Now!

The insistent noise frays at the edge of my sanity
more than once I snap at you to go. lay. down.
The blessed moment of silence is too short, and you're hovering again
Kibble? Please?

At night when it's still and you're looking for a kind hand
The snow drifts and pools outside our snug walls
I study the tufts of fur that grow from between your toes
Funny little feathers on my funny little feather-brained friend.

- k.

Ha!

Have downloaded and am listening to the free postcast called "Old Jews Telling Jokes" via the iTunes.

I need to stop listening to this at work, or they are going to kick me out for giggling.