By Barbara Esbensen
My cat is asleep -- white paws
folded under
his chin He is a soft gray
smudge on the round rug
Dozing in the sun
He is a warm round stone
with a fur collar
My cat is taking
a nap Not a whisker
trembles Not a hair
moves His breath goes
softly in and out
Stay in your holes
mice! My cat sees you
in his dreams
and he has left
his motor running!
from Forget-Me-Nots: Poems to Learn by Heart
Selected by Mary Ann Hoberman
Little, Brown & Co, 2012
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