Cats

In a soft bearing platform on the floor
The extensions of paws and legs 
were but a compliment

All of herself was arched like a moon
Toes and paws reaching the tips
Stretch, stretch, then recoil
Back into the comfy and warm pieces of night
Left with nothing but the cushion of the carpet
She breathes
Pace, pace, pace
To the joys of a dream
Pace, pace, pace