Storm Warning

On a cold morning
it’s  hard to move
when a warm cat
sits on my lap.

Tired of the open window

and business of monitoring

birds returning

from the Southern sun,

she finds me in repose 

under a blanket

staring at a screen

ignoring things on a list.

She has the right idea-

curl up, purr, nest

to melt into the comfort  

of the small shared space.

Life off of the couch

isn’t safe anymore-

war rages and

a madman leads with impunity.

Better to tuck in,

lean on the memory

of a mostly steady hand

rather than the coming storm.