There’s a purr in my ear
the moment she hears me stir.
She pats my face with an impertinent paw –
I know I have ten minutes more
until I’m wide awake, but she insists.
She licks my ear, kneads my hair
until I roll off the mattress edge,
push feet into slippers and go downstairs.
A shadow flits ahead,
straight to the litter tray
and, having scratched a cloud of dust,
she pushes open the door
to join me in the bathroom.
I’m followed to the kitchen sink;
the washing of her bowl,
the pouch of food,
the biscuits on the side,
until she’s satisfied
and I go off to brew some tea for me.
I start up the laptop,
sit and sip
while I view the morning garden,
with the cat curled in my lap.
Kim M. Russell, 2017
On day 6 of The Poetry School’s NaPoWriMo prompts, we are writing poems about rituals.
Our poems today should include a habit or ritual of some kind; it can be as grand as a religious observance or as small as the way someone we know squeezes their toothpaste. The example poem today is ‘Raising a Glass with My Old Man’, by Mauricio Rosencof, translated by Margaret Jull Costa.
I think I’ve merged today’s theme with yesterday’s aubade!