Simon

Simon sits
where sound becomes touch

the bowl sings
and the bench carries it
into paws
into bone
into the quiet architecture of his chest

nothing asks him to change
the tone is steady
predictable
safe

and his body listens

eyes soften
ears rest
the long work of watching the world
is set down

the nervous system remembers
the other doorway
the one marked rest
digest
repair

parasympathetic
like a tide going out
without drama

vibration moves
not as noise
but as belonging

organs and fascia
a slow internal purr

he stays
because he chooses to

this is consent
in feline language

Simon holds himself
like a small monk
dignified
complete

sound meets harmony
just rhythm