Poetry

4.

Willow, my good cat friend, is enamored of my headphones.
It’s funny, isn’t it, that they really are like phones attached to one’s head:
a receiver and a microphone, listening and talking,
true blue conversation just a couple clicks away.
Why Willow wants to investigate my headphones is beyond me,
but it may have something to do with the scent of my ears.
Lot of strong smells gather in that crease between your ear and
your skull.
Lotta sneaky sweat.
Cats want to know that you’re you.
Me? Who’s he?
Today, I’m a tired dude
who only got three hours of sleep.
Tonight I’ll get in my blankets early
and
dream deep.

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