a year later

This morning i woke and played with the cat,
with his green fluff and jingle
bells on the end of a stick
he'd dragged to the bedroom,
his sole purpose to arouse me.

I used to play with the dog this way
(a lick to my nose the signal),
used to tease her up on the bed
and we'd have a morning-glory love fest.
She always rolled orangely over for me,
i'd rub her belly and her tongue would hang
purple on the patchwork quilt.

I had to push the cat away and stand up,
it was time to take a shower anyhow.