A Little Wail

Last night, I heard a cat wail but you didn’t
It was concerning the way that things you can’t help are
He must have been wedged somewhere without escape

And it wasn’t the baby below us, but in my mind
I made him a kitten with a burnt orange face
And he was my creature to care for so I looked for him in the night
It was one of those nights where I heard you stop breathing many times
And shook you like the creature I care for
You awoke but wouldn’t open your eyes
And the kitten wailed, except that now it was speaking
new words with old words, words as worlds, they fell
Between your mumblings, I whispered to you, Is it time to have a baby?