Feeding

Unnerved and slack
skinned, I fall asleep
under a furred
burden that pierces
my dreams with sharp
claws that pulsate
in and out
to tighten my loose
muscles into
a semblance of
wakefulness
to gather my
scattered bones
for one final
trip to the cat
food dish.

Richard Dinges Jr,

If you have any thoughts about this poem,  Richard Dinges Jr.   would be pleased to hear them