the refrigerator is knocking, I listen
to the heavy breathing of
my kitty
curled up behind me on
her blanket
she lifts her head and
squints
she knows I am writing
about her
or
maybe
it's the knocking in the
kitchen
reminiscent of scurrying
of mice
clicks and scratches
random and faint
distinct from the tapping
of my fingers at the keyboard
a signal to kitty
to get up and play
