Cat, sitting on my table
Her back to me like a
Furry little vase with pointed ears
An eliptical perfection
Tail tucked away with
feline chasteness
She watches the birds
And other cats
Through the double glazing
She can't get out
They can't get in but
she watches them anyway.
Just in case
She's almost sleeping
Her eyes half shut
But her whiskers twitch
To let me know she is awake
She will wait until I move
Pretending to be a cat
ornament
And then she will follow me
Wailing, into the kitchen
To pester me for food
Because hunting
is too much like hard work
and
I am easy prey By
carey lenehan
(About carey lenehan)
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