Sleeping In

by Paganini Jones

Sparrows flutter their wings, breasts in dust.
Lying somewhere between waking, sleeping,
Eyes closed see clearer. The small dust flies.
Enchanted, the cat pauses, flattens, growls,

Pounces, POUNCES! Lands on my chest,
Ignores my shock, winds round and round
Pushes my hands, purring encouragement.
Goes to sleep, dreaming of sparrows fluttering

In between sleeping and waking, in, on the bed
Nobody stirs.


Author's Note: A harmless attempt at a challenge - to write an accrostic of my favourite sport. (2 words changed now. Would anyone notice but me?)

Posted on 05/25/2004
Copyright © 2020 Paganini Jones

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Maureen Glaude on 05/25/04 at 09:41 PM

a great sport. and a great poem to pounce on.

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