The Cat Nap
By Tabitha, aged 10.

After the regular Saturday lunch Chinese meal,
My Grandfather sits in his armchair and picks up a book.
In a few minutes his eyebrows start twitching,
To keep his grey and brown eyes open.
But tiredness gets the better of him,
And he falls asleep.
His now floppy arms come to rest on his lap,
While his pebble-like knuckles and stout fingers,
Loosen around the book.
His body sinks into the cushions,
And his salt and pepper hair,
Brushes the back of the armchair,
As if it were cleaning it.
With his mouth open,
Like a piggy bank slot,
Snoring quietly,
His hands fidget as if they were mice.
His legs and knobbly knees are motionless.