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Friday [New Kitten] Cat Blogging

A shelter kitten, in her new home. She was a birthday present from a friend. Her birthday, my kitten. 

Yeah, I don't get it either. But I get the kitten!

We've had kitten tail-chasing frenzy under the sofa; kitten falling off the bookshelf with baskets; kitten chasing feather-on-a-stick; kitten ignoring dogs; kitten learning that's not your dinner!

She needs a name. I'm thinking, maybe: Belle?

This is one fearless, curious kitten. About three months old, and the folks at the shelter were a bit worried that she might not get along with dogs.

No problem. For the kitten, anyway.

Boo was in the closet, hiding from the vacuum, when we came home. Then she came downstairs. Then she saw the kitten. Then she went back to the staircase and threw up.

Twice.

But then, Boo is easily offended.

She'll settle.

I hope.

Dreamer

Somebody came to my door and offered
to give me a child who had been abandoned.
I declined but thought of you.

They say that in dreams, the house is the body.
Or perhaps the psyche. A house of many rooms.
But who is the child?

Who is the offerer? Who the prospective parent?
What is the car, the truck, the train? They are,
each and all, the dreamer.

This is the vehicle, the work, the task. It carries
me where I must go. Me, the child, the parent.
The dreamer. The poem.

    

  Totally Optional Prompt: Sound -- I added the sound player in response to this prompt. More of my poems with audio can be found at Audio Posts. This prompt has nudged me to add sound to more of my poems. The player above is an experiment -- please let me know if you have problems.

     

This poem is already up at Poets Corner -- Thanks, Anny!