BEDTIME ~ rough draft!
by April Halprin Wayland
Dog upstairs in crate.
Cat downstairs on couch.
Cat sleeping with one eye open
in case Dog flies down the stairs.
Dog sleeping with one eye open
in case Cat comes to visit.
Why can’t we play chase, Cat?
Why can’t you go back to wherever you came from, Dog?
Because some day I want to lie down with you curled in the circle of my tummy, Cat.
Cat wrinkles her nose.
Cat closes both eyes.
Cat purrs.
This is our cat, Snot. My husband named her.
This is a dialogue poem.