Falling to my knees
to pay homage to the rolling, recumbent cat.
Stroke his soft fur belly,
feel the purr of welcome.
Notice how the floor stretches away from me.
Wild laughter rises up.
Can I? Dare I?
I used to roll so easily.
How long has it been?
Before the answer arrives
caution gives way to motion.
I roll and it takes up half the floor.
Flipping over, sitting up, the world spins.
My neck spasms.
I choke out a laugh,
common sense trying to take hold once more.
Idiot? Or simply the
one
who took the time
to do a somersault
across my bedroom floor.
:)
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