Blackjack

For 5 minutes every night, we are friends.
When you come crawling into my bed
Dark and mysterious
with your claws and cries tucked far away.
Warm and soft,
almost inviting.

You huddle in close
for warmth,
on these cold winter nights.
Your breathing slows,
as if to match mine as you drift away

Then,
Without warning
out come the claws
out come the cries

and you're off
as dark and mysterious as you came

Ode to Blackjack... My girlfriend's cat
My 5am tormentor