Friday, April 16, 2010
He circles 'round the rug edge.
As he settles his butt to the floor I start,
thinking he's about to "park."
But he flops his rear end,
crumpling in a curve to match the arc
edging the hardwood floor.
He doesn't linger long.
He hoists himself, wobbles some degree
along the circumference,
and collapses again,
heaving a sigh as if unable to decide
which place feels best for a nap.