Peace is too straight a word

I curl myself 
around felines wild at rest,
their self-assured spines
slow-dance in their sleep.

Contentment 
is always curved,
round –
a fur-covered word:
serenity, with a tail.

Even seconds can't resist;
in the presence of cats
they bend and ball
themselves 
into blankets.


C. LJ Ireton 2025

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