Friday, March 25, 2011

I Blame It On the Cat

When the cat kneads me for food at 3 am
Is he surprised when he is tossed out the door?
The restless dreams that follow my rude awakening
transfer my anger at being awoken to
my poor sleeping husband.
When I wake, I am determined to continue
the argument in real time.
The poor bewildered man cannot know that he is
Fighting a battle he has already lost.

1 comment:

April said...

I am surprised and hurt that you did not include my name on your friends and family list. Mother, oh yes, it is April