Donna Condron Poet Rhyme

The Nocturnal Navigator

While fairly close to half asleep
    I sensed a pounce and then a leap.
    There was the very slightest trace
    Of whiskers brushing near my face. 

    I heard a glass begin to totter
    A glass half full of cool tap water.
    Papers rustled, pill holders clicked
    That nothing fell was quite a trick.

    The creator of this minor stir
    Erupted with a thunderous purr.
    My nightstand now became the place
    For a cat who stalks with endless grace..

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Robert Warlov May 15, 2022 at 10:50 AM ***

Franci Hoffman September 27, 2020 at 8:15 AM Delightful piece, Donna, especially for those of us that own a cat. Donna Condron September 27, 2020 at 10:02 AM Thank you. I am happy that you liked it. i have a cat named Lola, so this poem is her story.

Lindsay Laurie September 24, 2020 at 4:48 PM Hello Donna … enjoyed your poem Donna. I guess thinking at first it may have been a rat was settled when you heard a purr - thank you Donna - Lindsay Donna Condron September 27, 2020 at 10:04 AM thank you. I have a cat named Lola and she is a nocturnal traveler.