-- Waiting for the Night to end --

Here I am
waiting for the night to end;
drinking far to much coffee.
Can't the night hurry?
Holding my cat
who found an empty lap
stretched to fill every inch.
A ten pound cat
sure feels
like it weighs
fifty or sixty pounds
when it's sitting in my lap.
Damn cat won't even
move if I fart on him
and digs his claws into my arm
everytime I try
and type of few words.
From this chair I watch
him sniff at some old books
I bought the other day,
strange to me they just
smell like old books.

		By: David E. Howerton
		[03/01/2003]