The Wisdom of Cats

The phone rings late in the afternoon
She says she wants to see me tonight
I take another drink and contemplate the dance

Dark hair and a smile that cuts to the truth of the matter
Taking what she wants and leaving the rest
She turns over and draws the covers to her

And the damn cats look at me disapprovingly
I let them out to search for better company in the alley
She says, "Leave the bastards to the night and come back to bed."

I can’t take my mind off them
seeking what they may in their wanderings
Prowling carelessly about in the dark
in the freedom of the furtive shadows

Perhaps visiting other astral planes
or consulting with the Old Gods
Who really knows?

Pulling at me from under the covers with impatience
“Are you going to stay here with me,
or do you want to join them?”, she says
Scratching the day’s stubble on my face,
I weigh the merits