morose

i worry about you sometimes. those days when you lie in bed with the curtains drawn, eyes open, staring blankly through the wall. you don't move. or speak. you don't check your text messages or pick up your phone calls. you don't scratch my back or pull on my ears. none of my usual antics make you smile. you don't even pull away when i lick your ear, and every so often i have to wriggle in and stick my face right up against yours just to make sure you're still breathing. i tell you that i adore you. that you are my whole world. the sun rises and sets with you. but nothing seems to get through. so all i can do is lie here next to you and wait for you to come back to me.

somnabulent

somnabulent kittens, sleeping all day
have little time, for leisure or play
spending all morning, asleep in the sun
leaves them no time, for nonsense or fun


they nap all through breakfast, and snooze on through lunch
lying about, in a big tangled bunch
they wait until night time, when the sun has gone down
to commence with their prowling, and snooping around


they creep through the shadows, and slink under tables
they knock over phones and play with the cables
they leap onto counters and nose here and there
leaving kitty paw-prints in the dust everywhere


what are they doing, once we turn off the light?
what do they search for, night after night?