With My Cat on the Dining Room Floor/
By Greg Summers

I lay on my dining room floor with my cat
at eYe level
he nestles down beside me
offering his thick fur
for affection
His pelt is soft and reassuring
I fall to an in between state
a veil falls
but it is Monday morning when early birds
are out attacking the worms
and this grey feeling
is not allowed
and I think,
"what a strange place to be
on the rug with my cat"
It is funny and I doze into emptiness
with a bit of humor to keep me comfortable
and my cat who thinks
my sadness is a gift.