ACROSS THE ROOM

I heard her calling my name.

She was across the room.

Over there, on the day bed.

Her. Her stuff, cluttered ~ a book, a cell phone [just in case, you know],

the TV remote, albeit in silent mode, though she could look up for the

inevitable "breaking news".  Meowz.

I heard her calling my name.  "Junie, come here."

I heard the click of that camera phone ...

Find my spot in that pile of clutter, no thank you,

far more interesting things to see and hear on Charles Street.  Meowz.

FELINE FRIDAY