Cozy Autumn Evening

Little Tyger
is stretched into a kitty crescent
on top of the television
and could not possibly care less
what show is on

Nuxy the Dragoness
curls around the sofa
safe in the knowledge
that none of those present
can perceive her
(Well . . .
none but Little Tyger
and he isn’t talking . . .)

Its a cozy autumn evening
and the sky has fallen all around the house
thick clouds of grey and more grey
and for reasons that make no sense
the humans seemed to feel
that they need to go to other places . . .

Nuxy winks at Little tyger
as she unfolds across the coffee table
(why do they call it a coffee table
they never drink coffee on it)
Little Tyger gives up a kitty yawn . . .
rolls over and contemplates
the dragon’s iridescent scales

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Chyfrin the Celtic poet

Artist, Poet, Electrical/Biomedical Engineer, Actor, Playwright, Set construction, Educator, Lover of womankind and single malt scotch

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