Cat has come to visit.

He sits on my lap.

He wants attention

and to help me write.

He is tired of being ignored

by two poet parents

and their sudden love affair

with their computers.

He shares a purr

involuntarily,

he doesn’t like to give them away.

He seeks warmth, closeness

adoration.

Until he doesn’t.

A lone bird sings

Outside the window

A soft warble

That catches his ear

He listens, his ears attentive

But he is too relaxed

for hot pursuit

right now.

Noisy neighbors and my aching leg

Disturb the moment.

He gets up, licks himself,

settles back down

next to me.

He will allow me a pet or two.

He will share another brief purr.

We contemplate each other.

I write the poem.

He falls asleep.