All curled up
In a ball on my chair
It’s quiet here
A slight chill in the air
The solitude cradles me
Like a cocoon
I’ve been this way
All afternoon
My mind isn’t right
And I almost feel drugged
Could be I’ve contracted
Some weird, nasty bug
My eyelids flutter
As I drift off again
You’d laugh at the sight
I’m currently in
A view for sore eyes
On a cold winters day
Come visit me again
When I’m feeling okay
© 2020 Michelle Cook
Photo credit: https://pixabay.com/photos/cat-kitty-feline-cute-adorable-1819447/