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.