The night has become a blanket of quiet

A quilt of solitude

Cat sits next to me

Tail swishing

A warning perhaps

He assists this poetry drivel

By batting my fingers

When they dance across the keyboard

I have insulted him with a kiss

Degraded him with attention

for now he faces away

He puts up with me for food

Yet he does care

Never leaves my side

Follows me out the door in the morning

Greets me at the garage when I come home

He finds me bearable

He knows I am devoted

And cats love being worshipped

He allows me this evening of poetry

For now as long as it doesn’t interfere

with my main duties as cat servant