inquisition

meow?
a question!

i'm jolted out of
my contemplation
of all things
trivial
and
sublime

what is it, baby?

the cream- colored face pops
up
over the rim
of the tub

rwoar?

sharp fangs gleam
their question
eye slits transformed

into
dark pools

clicks of my tongue
invite the lithe body to
jump up
and strut

lick
paw
nuzzle

the questions continue

answered by more
questions

until
nothing is
left to be
said

with no answers
the figure smoothly
exits

stage right

leaving behind only
a few stray hairs

like we all do

eventually