Last night my cat searched my library

for reading matter

and found herself a copy of Thoreau's

All Nature Is My Bride

and Whitman's Leaves of Grass

or so it seemed,

as I found both books

on the bedroom floor in the morning.

"So you were reading Thoreau and Whitman?"

I asked her when I woke up and found the books.

She just yawned, probably still sleepy

from all of that reading.