=^.^=

These two i swear

Purrball & the meowy one

Fight over who gets to lay in the shoe

Kitty,

No.

That is my slipper

And my feet are cold.

Sit on my lap for a while

And tell me about your day

Was it full of fun and naps

That’s my kind of relaxation

Again, i tell them

Sho

Sho

Off my shoe

curious

His tone dropping a full octave

Between readings

No hesitation

and pushing out that hard syllable

While melting glass starts to form at the tip

Swirling in bits and elements

An amalgamation of imagination.