This was written one night to capture a moment, just to remind of that instance rather for any literary merit...
I was reading, deep in an armchair in front of the fire with Erik the cat ( a rescued stray kitten , a soot coloured Persian with a plume of a tail) and at the time about a three years old and fully grown to be beautiful, snoozing peacefully, sprawled warm across my arms and chest…….when for no apparent reason he awoke, turned his head to face me and…
“Beginning with a stretch, and ending with an all important exercise,
To ever so gently, almost imperceptibly, touch the tip of my nose,
without moving any other part than the stretching paw.
Warm soft paw, smelling ever so slightly of pads dried in timeless cosy glows.
Then Touched! in the sparkle of an instant…………
Just the tip of my nose
Hardly, if ever, touching
An eye shining instant
Of everything as one
Then curled again in a movement of slow poured silk,
Head in chest
my smile and Eriks purring the only echoes..”
And I lifted the book, and read again,
With a happiness for two
Re painting metal bistro garden set