a single silent leap
onto my lap
I don’t touch her as
she arranges herself
purring padding front paws
turning until ready
and settling
her weight warming my legs
I am the chosen one
but don’t touch
she wants proximity
but not affection
thick silky fur
tempts my hand
how can I not?
stroking the softness
she offers her face and I
oblige
scratching below the pointed, perfect ear
but I know the clock is running
leaping off
she glides somewhere else and
I am left
with an empty lap
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