I have a most insistent cat
who skulks unseen into my den,
hides until the moment that
I start to write. Precisely then
she figure-eights around my feet,
nudging nose beneath my thigh.
Next jumps upon the desk, competes
for my complete attention by
a feline strut across the keys
with tail furled proudly in the air.
She then descends upon my knees;
her work done, nests without a care.
Just showing me her catty side,
or budding poet? You decide.
Feb 14, 2011
Feb 14, 2011 at 12:37 AM UTC
I have a most insistent cat
who skulks unseen into my den,
hides until the moment that
I start to write. Precisely then
she figure-eights around my feet,
nudging nose beneath my thigh.
Next jumps upon the desk, competes
for my complete attention by
a feline strut across the keys
with tail furled proudly in the air.
She then descends upon my knees;
her work done, nests without a care.
Just showing me her catty side,
or budding poet? You decide.
I guess for you to decide, I'd have to submit what she types on her nightly walks. ;)
2-14-2011 JMF
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