Morn

 /   /  By Emma Birches
Stone Soup Magazine
January/February 2015

By Katherine Shock

Hazy gray-gold light
Patterns on the wall.
Mystical.

Creaking door,
A frisky tail, and she pounces
Ever so light.

She prances,
Arches her back, kneads deep into the blanket,
And collapses.

I curl around her,
A snug cocoon.
One.

Her eyes mere slits
A faint meow,
Contented.

A caressing hand,
Smoothing her rumpled fur,
Soft and warm like gingerbread.

I rest my hand near her heart,
Listen to her raspy purr.
Close my eyes.

And I doze off again.
Enveloped,
In the gray-gold morning light.

Morn Katherine Shock

Katherine Shock, 12
Baltimore, Maryland

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