Caffey

I hope that in the middle of the night

The small invisible wild cat

Lets her guard down and sit by my side. 

Its unlikely that my guard stick and the youthful dog

With friendship on his wagging tail

Would let his guard down from the insecurities,

Of sharing Bones within the meat,

Of sharing warm milk under freezing skies,

Of matted windlessness, 'neath the sex bed.

This town hopes that you seldom come by

And kill the brightness with your silence, 

With your planetary eyes!