Rude awakening

Hypnotic eyes bore into me

willing me to wake and see

from the bedroom door

 he makes it plain

he wants me now he’ll go insane 


I hold him close  urge him to hush

full of sleep I’m in no rush

He moves in closer

breathes me in

licks his lips certain to win.


His mouth emits a throaty cry

I stroke his neck let out a sigh

my eyes still heavy

needing sleep

still he urges me my promise to keep


Afterwards he’ll need his space

disappear to wash his face

I’ll be ignored until next time

there’ll be another mournful rhyme

yet again I’ll grant his wish

and put more cat food in his dish