99poems/4thqtr/grooming

The cats are grooming,
one of them on the sofa,
the other in a sunny spot
on the floor.
I hear their slobbery noises,
see the fur flying.
A little head scratching,
tongue between paws.
When they are finished
I will sweep the cat hair up,
roll the lint remover over the sofa.
Later, I’ll rub my body down
with lavender oil,
between my fingers, my toes,
maybe a little head scratching,
let the fur fly.

11/11/99