LoveZach

        Sleepy, apprehensive, he lounges 
    stretched out in a soft curve,
Sticking out of the owly cover
  a pointy velvety antenna
    twitching softly, searching for
           imperceptible background noise. 

The body steady, relaxed,
   While the soul hastily chases squirrels, 
     birds and the ever ubiquitous Jolly Ball. 
           Paws crossed, eyes wide shut,
   Wheezing breaths rhythmically crescendo.

 *A loud and heavy sigh breaks the silence.*

He shifts, lays back down, starts all 
  over again...

                                  Sweet Z, 
 perched up high on the beanbag throne.
              Loving.
                     Waiting.
                             Safely home.