Samuel

In our bedroom, where we've been known to linger...
He's falling asleep, and as he twitches into unconsciousness
his claws graze my arm.
His head slides down, muscles relaxing after a hard day
of naps.
I worry when he wheezes and coughs
on occasion, every year that passes
is a larger proportion of his life
than it is mine.

Aye, well...we sleep another night away.