An old man late one evening with his cat.
Image by Esdras Calderan via Flickr
Late in the evening
After the days work is done
Sitting in the reading chair
An old book in his hands
He’s read it twice before
Why not again, it’s good
But all is not quiet
The gray snarly one peaks in
Nonchalantly walks into the room
Tail twitching showing mischievousness
Reader watches over top of book
Keeping his face straight
Snarly hops up on a shelf
Licks a bit and turns around
And around again
Acting like he may settle down
Suddenly a tiny pounce
Then another and then
Rolling off the shelf
After his imagination
Run slide on the floor
Flip and do it again
His screw ain’t loose
It’s just plain gone
Then out of the room
Feet thrumming down the hall
Something crashes
Snarly comes sliding back in
The man sits quietly
Taking this all in
Only having read
Just one sentence
Snarly stares at him
It’s that long
I can wait forever
Cat stare
Man smiles and reaches
Into his pocket
Ping Pong ball
Snarly’s favorite toy
From one side of the room
To the other side
Cat and ball
Chase each other
Til snarly gets tired
Finally coming to rest
In the old mans lap
Finally he can read his book
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