The moment twin rescue kitties decide
I’d left and returned often enough to
claim they own me, their personal masseuse,
head-scratcher servant who wakes to feed them.
The moment they sit in their tallest pose—
echoing each other—waiting for me.
The moment I submit to their purring
and linger longer in the lounging chair.
That’s when I recall waiting a long time
for the affection of a wild thing,
and I sit tall, too, so the three of us
are perfectly parallel in desire.
For Sumana's prompt Poets United Midweek Motif ~ A / The Moment
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