Roll around days

 

To roll on one’s back, showing the

long fluffy strands of fur, in the rays of sunlight

pouring through the sliding door’s glass, 

on top of a filthy

pouch of catnip spilling

out of the sides,

a morning of tapping on a damselfly,

tracking her movements with a furry paw,

touching her nose against its wings, breathing in 

her scent with an open mouth. 

On the first day of June, fresh energy, 

awakening from the constant clutter,

savoring this moment, 

without-

an orange kitten above her ready to pounce,

she savors the sun, the bowl of refreshed kibble,

the open sliding door, the fresh air,

All to herself.