Ghostly Bedfellows

I’m so pleased that I was long-listed in the Globe Soup June micro fiction competition, which had the theme of ‘cats’ and accepted fiction, non-fiction prose and poetry with a word count of up to 100 words.

Ghostly Bedfellows

In the grey shadows of predawn, I’m woken
by companions of the past and the present,
haunting my dreams until they’re broken.
These ghostly bedfellows curiously haunt,
purring, kneading, butting, always knowing
I will fill their dishes in the morning.
They guard me closely through the night
but, once fed, they lick their lips,
clean their paws and, tails straight up, slip
out the open door to disappear into a bright
new day, off to hunt a sun-kissed butterfly
or chase a field mouse wandering by. 

Kim M. Russell, 27th July 2022

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