the peaceful cat

it is me
the peaceful cat
spread out in the ray
of sun
warmed by your touch
nudged in the crescent of your neck
leg thrown over your long body

getting to quiet

quiet to chatter
chatter to screeches
screeches to crying
crying to laughter
laughter to quiet
quiet to chatter

chatter to..
when do we get to quiet again?

how the light comes

i know how the light comes
slowly, creeping, in measures
as you are ready
like eyes adjusting to a dark room
unable to see through the black
frightened of the unknown
then it comes
slowly, creeping, in measures.