This morning I rolled over a quarter turn,
opened my eyes just enough to know
I had one hour left.
Another quarter turn, and I laid on my back,
Peacock nestled against me;
together we were a piece of clockwork
with her measuring minutes,
and me measuring hours.
Her tiny white-tipped paws fit into my joints:
elbow, shoulder, with her watch-spring tail between,
as she too laid on her back
with my arm ticking away seconds
like a pendulum against her belly.