A Day Off

I poured a bowl of kitty kibble
outside my room upstairs.
Throughout the night
I woke to crunching, 
like popcorn at a movie,
like rice tossed at a wedding.
The pauses and sounds
live in the space between
waking and sleeping.
Rain falls on the skylight,
light trickles down the drainpipes,
soaking the ferns,
while the cats 
attack my feet under the blankets.
How delicious to lie in bed
under roof rain,
and I can stay here all day
if I want.