Every Morning
When you first catch sight of her heavy eyed and stinking sweetly of coffee, you start to shake all over, ears and excitement rising, like it’s the first day of summer when the barbecues ignite and the scent of searing meat is suddenly everywhere, because soon is the moment, now is the moment, right now, when you will be let loose upon the green wet morning and your tail will be as high as the tops of the trees, nose working in time with your racing heart, and you know that when at last she shakes herself awake, leaves the mug abandoned, trudges to the door with a glance in your direction, you know, that somewhere out there in the swiftly waking world there may be rabbits.
Rebecca Wener is a therapist and poet living in Denver, Colorado. She loves cats and finding new and obscure languages to learn. Her work has been featured in Beyond Words, Poetry Quarterly and Better than Starbucks.