Sleepwalking, Or Not
I stirred and heard him crying in my sleep
and felt a thrill at that familiar sound.
My body up and on my feet, I walked
and at the back door, he was gladly found.
I scooped him up and held him in my arms,
so cold he was from the cold winter night.
I warmed some milk, he lapped it hungrily...
then wrapped him in a shawl of blue and white.
Back down the hall, I went with him to bed
and must have fallen back to sleep a while.
Later, I woke and thought about my dream;
recalled it with a tear, half-hearted smile.
But oh, there was that shawl upon my bed,
milk saucer on the floor, back door ajar!
Was I sleepwalking? More than just a dream?
My Charlie cat, long gone...this was bizarre!
Why are his shawl and bowl within my sight?
He'd passed, September, many years ago.
I fully opened the back kitchen door...
and there I saw paw footprints in the snow.
Sandra M. Haight
~1st Place~
Contest: Any July 2018 Poem
Sponsor: Dear Heart a.k.a. Broken Wings
Judged: 08/09/2018
~2nd Place~
Contest: Sleepwalking
Sponsor: John Hamilton
Judged: 07/31/2018
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