Poems by Martha Stilson:

Cat Named Theta
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My black boy cat sleeps ON me
In the morinigs.  Soothing me with
Purr.  Demanding relaxation, the
Unbinding of muscles,
Mobility of joints.

Eyes slit open as I turn and
Stretch under the covers. If
He finds I intend disruption,
Claws come out and hold.
Causing no pain, yet
I am cautioned to stay.

When he discerns that
I am purring, he will let me go.

by Martha Stilson
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