A cat poem |
I waken to the sound of a rhythmic purr I keep my eyes closed, I know it is her It is warm in bed, I am barely awake I want to drift back, more sleep I would take The Princess is patient, she has been here before Her rustle on my pillow, discovered? I am not sure With half opened eyes, I peek at the clock But instead see her backlit body, the light being blocked I pretend to be asleep, she may go away It is dark, and some days she lets me have my way The soft touch of a paw gently touches my brow The purring gets louder, for sure discovered now I stumble out of bed, she hops to the floor As I stagger forward, she leads me to the door Down the stairs, to the kitchen we go I look out the window, the street lights still aglow She is hungry you see, my task is to feed And once I have done this, the morning paper I can read It is five in the morning, I am now wide awake The Princess is now feeding, my leave I can take My day now has started, so coffee I make When the Princess is done eating, a nap she might take Later that day on my lap she will hop And whatever I am doing I will bring to a stop Like a fifteen pound afghan she nestles in my seat The purr machine working, her presence is a treat It matters not what I was doing, to my regal guest It’s my time to pet her, while she takes a rest Later that day, perched at the window she reigns The world, the birds, the squirrels, she ordains Like a sphinx she sits and watches the day Her dominion unfolding, her subjects at play Who is the pet, and who is the master Who takes care of whom, and what does it matter I am lucky to have such a friend to take care These early morning wakeups, a small burden to share And if I remember to put more food out tonight She will let me sleep, at least to first light For the birds will chirp at the coming of the sun To their music she rises, my sleep soon undone |