The Cat

Scents fade,
Dreams blurr.
Eyes surprisingly a sparkling jade
She doesn't fail to purr

A slumber so quite,
So numb

Still she tip toes her way into the room
In a clumsy disarray
She lifts the broom
Sweeps all the dust away

Her back slowly curls
In an opalescent evening  she lets herself unfurl
Moist whiskers affirm
She is still the same.