Time for bed
my body said
Beneath the chair
my hand pulls out
the old man
a moments fear
fast deep bites.blood
But no
3 years and here's a first!
Asleep.
In my hands and forearms
-the fierce warrior-
limp and warm.
I feast my eyes
the moon cascades
down long bony body
faded fur.fading life
The old man;
Narrow snout never quivers
kissing his ear
His tiny paw
I hold the side of my face
against his;
sliding down
gliding above
Sweet and soft
His breath
sleeping sighs
People with their cell phones
up to their ears
Listening to noise.
The walking dead
Me-it's the old man;
up to my heart
in the dark
as
God calls me
to share
His beauty
in the moonlight.
Lisette
[Posted in FML issue 3212]