Curled up in the brown
Exploring comfort
In the voices around

She has six toes
If she speaks, hears or
Sees evil, I don’t know

I move her to another place
With sunshine warming the grey
Eyes curious as I change our space

We trade purple for white
More time together, quiet, cold, still
Waiting for the perfect light

Stripes–he yawns and stretches,
A new vantage for the squirrels
The birds, the spiders he catches