Cut glass on flesh.


Claws extended,


mean, pouncing

with dagger intent.

Ears folded, and then


the sweet distance

from leg to shoulder, tiny muscles

stretched, releasing a miracle purr.


Nose, nuzzling my hair

licking with love every

red knotted strand.


Head, light as a penny, nods,

slips away into sleep,



© 1992 by Allison Grayhurst



Published in “Our Poetry Archive” November 2018



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