The Sand Hill Review http://www.sandhillreview.org 2004

Not a sound

Not a sound!

Dark, cold, and quiet

My cat lifts his head

begging me with his eyes

Stop fidgeting; I’m trying to sleep

He turns around once, steers again and

curls up into a ball

I lay still

He looks so peaceful

Is he dreaming?

Is he dreaming about today, yesterday, last month,

any time at all?

Or just remembering images?

I think about images

Not today, yesterday, or the times gone by

Only images

I lay awake

Not a sound!

Ziba Mahdavi