the first thin notes
of hunger call the cat
from the window, where
she has waited all night
for a breeze
and having survived
the murderous heat
she paws her way along
the sill, looks down
and mewls deeply
as you swoop in
and lift him to
your chest, all
three of you cursing
the slow drip of milk
Bloody brilliant (and just a bit funny – haha) – your mind works in mysterious ways.
Glad you got a kick out of this one Gabe… parenting definitely throws up many humorous moments!
Fantastic Graham. In every sense. I love the tenderness that is felt through. Great feeling of ease at reading
Ah…the last two lines really made me chuckle…what a scene you’ve created with these words…very delightful.
ah i can see the scene..and as a mother who did breastfeed three kids..i can also feel it..smiles