Coat

By John Delaney

When you were sleeping on my lap,
I closely examined your coat,
the hairs so soft and fine yet dense,
colored like a woman’s ombré,
subtly drawn out from brown to white.

There you were, so deep in your nap,
as my fingers so gently wrote
their love across your body. Hence-
forth, you’ll wear another coat, I pray,
from day to night, from dark to light.