Under my chin she sleeps... <br />and if not for the purring <br />I could. <br />She worked on the covers <br />for a few minutes, <br />kneaded the comforter <br />with her paws until it was <br />suitable. <br />Then with orange tabby fur <br />made herself <br />into a ball. <br />I stretch- <br />she stretches- <br />and until the sun shines through <br />the blinds <br />we'll take turns yawning <br />in contentment.<br /><br />R.P. Coursey<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/under-my-chin-she-sleeps/
