Bebothered

She slowly creeps

on padded feet

through a folded landscape

of silken sheets.

 

She sees it twitch

and makes the softest sound.

Her ears perk up.

Her head goes down.

 

I moan just once

from sudden shock

of feeling teeth

before six o’clock.

 

I hiss and whine

and push her away.

She fights back.

She wants to play.

 

I kick out

because I’ve been bitten

and smile with glee

as I launch a kitten.