A Home for Two

Paws thunder across the
kitchen floor--my ears sensitive

from last night’s pub crawl.
Watches me with dainty

feline eyelashes. A pounding head
hard for her to understand

the way I feel. Late with breakfast
I apologize with hurried preparation

she’s staring. Can’t make up her
mind to wait or hurry outside.

Deciding on the latter an agitated
“Meoww” opens the door.

© Richard L. Provencher
Website: www.wsprog.com/rp/