awake
the alarm shut off, buried
under cotton pillows
sunlight filters
through half-closed damask
barely moved by the breeze
somewhere a cat cries
pain from surgical wounds
blossom like tigers
in searchlight beams
the pitiful cries of the cat
rose-hips, berry-red
in the garden outside
under the duvet, warmth
ignoring a bladder's insistent
urging – no more sleep allowed
the dog stretches
outside, a cat cries
concentration:
ah! it is only next-door's cat
locked out of the house.
the dog rolls over
stomach exposed for a belly rub
breakfast?
8 comments:
The urgent call of a full bladder is better than laying there with a catheter. Still - eek! - shuffle shuffle -
Heal quicker my friend. Leaping and bounding await.
Thank you, my friend.
*hugs* for the pain, but what a superb exposé.
Yes, I know those thoughts, those feelings - well, all but the wounds.
Thanks EB :) The wounds fade.
I was with you there in the bed, feeling the pain and listening. Lovely. Hope the pain's subsiding.
Some days you just cannot sleep in.
Thank you both
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