She Picks Up the Laundry
She loops the carefully folded laundry
in the crook of her arm the way you would lift
a cat peacefully sleeping on a bed.
The need for neatness nestled in her like
noblesse oblige. Do cats dream? Do
dogs? The precious lion cub curled
in the warm fur of its mother's body. Well,
Yes... as in twitching, tail wagging, yowling;
reliving their day's experiences as
if once was not enough. 'Gamma activity,'
the brain behaving just as it did while wakeful.
Brainy, zany, grainy, waking the cat
from its blanketed bed, its nesting Nirvana.
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