It’s 4 am
I roll over in my
Nest of blankets
Uh oh
I heard the telltale squeak
The broken meow
He stalks into my room
an apricot orange fluff
engulfs
wide green eyes
and a
pink rough tongue
He pads over to my
bed, checking to see
If I am awake
he sees my eyelids flutter
a harumph echoes
from the spot I know
he has jumped up
with his arthritic joints
I feel a paw,
they are silky smooth
pink leathery pads
with long sharp nails
He beats and bats
At my head
He meows and meows
In my ear
Until I finally give in
I stroke his mane
and feel
the tangled bumps of his
knotted fur
I know our time together
is coming closer
and closer to an
end
it is still barely dawn
but I know
deep down
that all sunrises
set
Grade: 6
Silver Spring, MD
Silver Spring, MD
Stuart Gibbs
To be a teacher and own a bunch of cats and dogs
My older babysitter, Chelsea