The Stillness of Skin

Soon after we'd taken in the third stray hordes of fleas came and they came in waves infesting everything even the downy of sweet dreams We scratched away that entire summer I've forgotten what the antidote was.. but remember well, the stillness of my skin when the madness ceased one day- Suddenly (or so it seems) life pared us down to one cat and no children in a house running on empty... If our ancient cat could speak I believe she'd say "I miss so much a good chase and a full house and the summer of the fleas."