there is a cat
laying on my chest
sprawled out, belly-up
full body stretch
purring
and I am so overjoyed
i cannot help but laugh
and to me, it is delightful
a small, lovely
fluffy little croissant
laying on me as though
i am the safest place in the world
so naturally, I am floaty
giggly
looking down at him lovingly
trying not to type this poem too fast
in case it disturbs this pocket of peace
but when I laugh
too much
he contemplates the nature of
the situation
decides he prefers
a bed that does not shake
that vibration therapy
isn’t for him
that he prefers the heartbeat
of a blue whale
over a hummingbird
he collects himself
considers his options
and, slowly, dignified
relocates to my window
i am left
wishing I had not giggled
because now my heater
has moved
and I wonder
how many things I spoiled
by overthinking them
reacting too loudly
instead of just
living
how many times
i wrote about my cat
sitting on my chest
instead of just cuddling him
i love
my cat
i love
being cuddled
i love
that when he purrs, he vibrates
which is allowed
but when I laugh
i should be still
obviously
i will learn
to put my pen down
where it matters
and live.
01:26am - 03/04/26 - with Loki.
Apr 8
Apr 8, 2026 at 10:13 AM UTC