Friday, September 13, 2013

Circling (Poem 164)

Below me, they
are circling
mouths open
teeth
glinting 
in the watery light
A blunt nose
bumps my shin
then he is
turning and
re turning
Eyes dark, dilated
Bodies twitching, attuned
to every movement
The water is
warm enough   I stir 
it with my finger
Finally, aching, I bend
and place two bowls
on the kitchen floor  then
I make my way upstairs 
Where I know they   
sated   sedated 
by Chicken & Tuna
will soon be   ready 
to circle me   again   
and sleep

(c) 2013, by Hannah Six