Poem: A minor disturbance

He hides his face
Paws over eyes,
Whiskers twitching at air.

Ears rotate, catching sound.
A ball of fur
Gathered at my side.

I turn the page,
Ears swivel, his paws come down.
He looks up at me,
A slow, green-eyed blink
That closes his eyes
to rest his head against me.

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