Feline logic dictates that you must
Leave white fur on my black sweaters
Upend defenceless house plants just for spite
Find my can of tuna on the kitchen counter
Fling cat litter helter skelter
Yet curl up by my side, yawn and sleep the sleep of innocents
Squinting in the sun
your hand lifts to shield your pale blue eyes.
You smile, tentative at first, then stretches wide.
Freckles sprinkle across your upturned nose.
Your laugh: a silvery chime that speaks of endless summer days, picnics and popsicles.
At the garden spout
fat droplets tremble then plop
in a red bucket
It was the first time
and it wouldn’t be the last
look back and consider
Should I return your volley
pretend to be flattered
blush and smile
act out the age old dance
a white ring untouched by sun on your left hand
stick figure art and grocery lists trail from your case
breakfast eggs a tell-tale blot
on your well-pressed shirt
You scan the room as I look away
senses keen for tick of biological clocks raging pheromones
maybe if you find
another she will want to play