Monday, July 25, 2011

Ode to Our Cats

George lands on my head as I lie here in bed.
His claws need trimming for certain.
I toss a pillow as he nips at my elbow.
Soon he’ll be climbing the curtain.

I’d risen before at quarter to four
Commotion assailing my brain.
He’d got in a race, he’d chased sister Gracie
My sweet dreams aswirl down the drain.

Now I might as well rise with sleep in my eyes.
Is that shiny object the sun?
The cats plan to nap when I give them my lap.
Contented, their work here is done.


Anonymous said...

I like your poem, so does Maggie. She's more like a cat than a dog, and she likes cats better than dogs. Anyway, as a former cat owner I identified with your words. Thanks for sharing.

Marian Allen said...

It's after nights like that, my husband rousts the cats every time he catches them sleeping. lol

Marian Allen
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LynNerd said...

Haha! What a fun poem. I enjoyed it!

L. Diane Wolfe said...

You just described our cats!

Anonymous said...

We used to have cats and I can totally relate to their sharp claws. They can dig deep and really hurt, especially when spooked out of a deep sleep.

Alex J. Cavanaugh said...

Cats are borderline evil...