Warm scents of pancakes draw him to the kitchen,
But he's too aloof to accept crumbs from me.
Instead he brushes past my leg several times,
Then settles down to the window--
Ostensibly to birdwatch,
But I know what he really wants is to be seen,
To be admired.
"You can't touch me," he says with every purr.
You have to be mature to love a cat.
Apr 3, 2015
Apr 3, 2015 at 12:43 PM UTC
Warm scents of pancakes draw him to the kitchen,
But he's too aloof to accept crumbs from me.
Instead he brushes past my leg several times,
Then settles down to the window--
Ostensibly to birdwatch,
But I know what he really wants is to be seen,
To be admired.
"You can't touch me," he says with every purr.
You have to be mature to love a cat.
Haiku Version
Aroma draws Bob
Stretching, strutting in my view
Exhibitionist
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