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..