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]