Circling (Poem 164)

Below me, they

are circling

mouths open

teeth

glinting 

in the watery light

A blunt nose

bumps my shin

then he is

turning and

re turning

Eyes dark, dilated

Bodies twitching, attuned

to every movement

The water is

warm enough   I stir 

it with my finger

Finally, aching, I bend

and place two bowls

on the kitchen floor  then

I make my way upstairs 

Where I know they   

sated   sedated 

by Chicken & Tuna

will soon be   ready 

to circle me   again   

and sleep

(c) 2013, by Hannah Six