Dear Dreams

Dear Dreams,


I yearn for legs

restless and strong

            and for one night

without the moon 

crooning through my window

pane ajar and welcoming 


My cat tightropes up my legs

revving her internal engine 

kneading claws into skin

her pastel-colored fur 

soft as Easter eggs on Sundy morning

cupped by small hands

of searching children


Please, Dreams

wait for me

as I feed my kitty kibble

and ease into new sleep



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