This morning the cat

 

This morning the cat

leapt up on the bed

and presented me with a bouquet of whiskers.

 

She touched me gently with her velvet gloves

and for a moment I was lost

in the vast blue sky of her eyes

and the sweet meadows of her fur,

washed clean by that little pink tongue.

 

Can anything smell as fresh?

 

She curled up in the circle of her tail

and purred with pleasure,

like a smooth warm stone

thrown into the center of a pond

sending out ever-widening ripples of quiet.