When all is grim
there is you
in darkness
and despair
when it feels no one could even care
there is you
When the house is empty
and silence overwhelming
there is you
when I’m trying
desperately to sleep
and every movement
becomes play
there is you
when finally I am sound asleep
and dreams fill every corner
and you have decided
my face is your pillow
and I need to get my ass out of bed
and feed you
there is you
in the clean windows
nose prints follow bird and squirrel
with all of your feline angst
there is you



April Wells

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