Apr 2019
O KINDLY QUEEN OF THE SILENCE
He was ten
and I was sixty.
He an all black
cat with one white spot
living all his nine lives
at once.
I( ha ha )
supposedly his master.
In truth, he
the master of me.
He, asleep now
upon my left knee..
Always the left
never the right.
Always a knee
never a lap.
His purrs
turning into snores.
Rather than disturb
such sweet slumber.
I stay still
even when the leg: cramps!
He wakes, yawns(
as) only cats can.
Nails clitter clatter
across black&white kitchen tiles.
His night just
beginning.
Mine just ending.
The cat flap
*****.
He was ten
and I was sixty.
He an all black
cat with one white spot
living all his nine lives
at once.
I( ha ha )
supposedly his master.
In truth, he
the master of me.
He, asleep now
upon my left knee..
Always the left
never the right.
Always a knee
never a lap.
His purrs
turning into snores.
Rather than disturb
such sweet slumber.
I stay still
even when the leg: cramps!
He wakes, yawns(
as) only cats can.
Nails clitter clatter
across black&white kitchen tiles.
His night just
beginning.
Mine just ending.
The cat flap
*****.
This cat was silence itself...even if it was a quiet night the cat would deepen the silence. We were adopted by this cat just like that and the cat was given the name Fred only then Fred had kittens so became Frederica. But because it didn't sit right on the former Fred we called her...O KINDLY QUEEN OF THE SILENCE which far more suited her essential character.
(Guildford)
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