Words and the world passing by; how it sings to me; how I clamour back.
Do I let the cats heal me?
Press their tiny beans
Into my sore muscles
Again and again
A much needed kneading.
Do I let their meowing
Cacaphony
Chase away the
Twittering birds of brain.
Do I let the earthquake rumble
Of purring
Ground me once more.
Do I let tickling whiskers
Suddenly tweak eyes and nose
Make me jump and smile.
Do I let two queens cuddle
One on either side
An uneasy truce
While they know I need
Attention.
Do I let the cats heal me?
Do I.