On the Morning of Year Thirty-Three

The music plays beneath the quietness of a still morning
In the room next to mine
                                        my niece sleeps

I listen for the sounds of a mewling kitten

                                                                  knowing she will wake-

being mindful of such things


Until then

                I fill the page


                                      until it has eaten it's share


until

         I have nothing left

to feed it