Bedtime Poem

Bedtime poem

Cat curled close

On the blanket

Rain slips softly

From  eaves to gutter

To down spout

The darkness is complete

To the lawn

Where annelida awaken

Cat crowds me

Now against my thigh

Now across my lap

A poem or two for good

Dreams awaken as the

Pillow calls out

Spin out the night

In the wonder of dreams

Of places that seem normal

Behind my eyelids

But curious puzzling

With the dawn

And in the morning

Cat stretches yawns looks at me

The door

Me

The door

And the air at the window

Smells like worms