St. Seamus

homage to my cat

I sit,
  trying to center
  too close this visit
  my soul in hiding from this one.
Then, you jump into my lap
  pretending to be a baby
  rolling around, shedding
  reaching your paws to my shoulders
  rubbing your head against me face ...
Purring
  -- made for human's peace --
  and my soul quiets and ...
I go.

©2010, John A. Mills