Ocean Fish Reverie

Two cats are sleeping near me, one stretched long Across the velvet easy chair. Her nose Lies pressing pinkly there. A little song Of tiny snoring, muffled by the pose, Is nearly all absorbed in plush gold pile— A fitting, soft recipient of her Dream breathing. Curving in a happy, smile- Like shape composed of comfort, yellow fur And white, her mother, Juliet, is lost In dreams of wet food sachets, birds and mice. She never thinks of the expensive costOf food. She only thinks her man is nice. And when they wake, they’ll look at me with eyes That mean that they will win their Whiskas prize.