January 4, 2014 § Leave a comment
I was awakened from a dream,
a dream entwined with cats,
by a cat’s close presence.
In the darkness by my bedside there
had loomed a form with shining hair—
squarish, immense-eyed, still.
Its whiskers pricked my lips:
My daughter cried,
in just proportion terrified.
I realized that,
though only four, all skin and smiles,
my daughter is a lioness, taken as a cat.
daughter by john updike
from the writers almanac on http://writersalmanac.publicradio.org/index.php?date=2013/12/17