cat massages me
back and forth
dead thrush on the mat
a proud cat searches my eyes
for approval
evening sunlight
her nose smudges the window
admiring herself
spring gardening
his claw marks still
on the tree trunk
her kneading paws
the rhythm of my fingers
on the laptop
blackbird skips the lawn
head and paws on the gate
a bee zooms by
lazy sunday
her body purring
into mine
