# The eighteenth whisker on the left is brown Author: makyo Tags: Poem, sonnet #16 of Poetry From Eigengrau: https://makyo.ink/publications/eigengrau The eighteenth whisker on the left is brown.   I know this after countless nights awake beside you, watching every quiet breath.   You puff your whiskers out on every yawn. On longer work-filled days, your whiskers wilt,   exhaustion softening your features, sleep exerting subtle gravities to lead   you to oneiric seas and dreamlike sands. I know this after countless nights awake.   I know, I know, it's strange to watch you sleep, but when I can't, to know that someone can...   at least it somehow lets me rest in turn. When I lay beside your sleeping form   I know there's rest to still be had for me. Source: https://sofurry.com/s/ynZ0dqMe Part of the series Poetry Previous: https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1710572-pale-she.md Next: https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1713738-liminality.md