the last of the scab
has flaked off,
it's completely healed now ..

the other scrapes
are doing their deal to get a bit
better
as
the cat looks
at my arm as a couple of loose flanks
of carpeted wood
and
she needs some needing time
on my person ..

as
the last of the scab hits the floor,
his head rears up and
he looks my way,
licks his chops
and
flicks his tail as he comes my way,
I turn to face
the mountain
and
sip one more sip of coffee,
my defense went down,
he's swiping at me
and
the

rest
of
the
morning

keeps
on
coming ..