such exhilaration!
late night brawl
contenders meeting on a bed
(no euphemism for sex)
tails twitching eagerly
spitting, growling
awakening the house
with self-enlarging yelps
all starting from some harmless
kissing, rubbing of the nose
she bares her claws and warns
“I have killed for less!”
it comes down to this
nobody wants to irritate
the one to whom the bed belongs
early morning poetess
grumbling that it is Friday
and not Saturday
wanting to sleep and dream
solve problems in a somnispace
they retract their claws
(tails still twitching)
and depart for the kitchen
“outside, now!”
but mistress is still displeased
when the toaster is overturned
1 comment:
I'm impressed that you have embraced the 3:15 Experiment so boldly. Bravo.
Cats have entered my 3:15 poems numerous times as well.
love the "with self-enlarging yelps"
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