The cat hovers on the back of my chair
wanting food.
I ignore the deep purrs--
the swish of tail
the saucer eyes.
"I just can't move from this place
sweet feline.
I so want to
but these words,
of my black on white world
have bound me
here."
The cat jumps to desk
rifling through
pens, papers, and yesterday's tea.
He is an oversized duster
undoing what I've done.
"The distraction won't work!"
Human hands to furry body to hardwood floor.
"Kitty dear, an ancient set of emotions
combs through me
and I have lost
the words
right when I need them the most.
I'll tell you what,
if you can find them
I will give you food."
The cat slips
through the open door.
