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."
Copyright © Anthony Biaanco | Year Posted 2021
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