Ocean Fish Reverie
Two cats are sleeping near me, one stretched long
Across the velvet easy chair. Her nose
Lies pressing pinkly there. A little song
Of tiny snoring, muffled by the pose,
Is nearly all absorbed in plush gold pile—
A fitting, soft recipient of her
Dream breathing. Curving in a happy, smile-
Like shape composed of comfort, yellow fur
And white, her mother, Juliet, is lost
In dreams of wet food sachets, birds and mice.
She never thinks of the expensive costOf food.
She only thinks her man is nice.
And when they wake, they’ll look at me with eyes
That mean that they will win their Whiskas prize.