Creepy – She Is My Cat
Winter and the blue devils play
not even halfway through—
what are we to do?
but linger in bed awaiting spring.
I ponder dreadful thoughts and hanker
for the greasy delights of bacon sarnies.
In the dense dark morning,
the cat, her motley wild fur-ball body,
masked ninja yellow eyes,
jumps onto the bed,
ambushing the pulsing doona,
she crouches, creeping,
creeping quietly,
pouncing onto my pillow.
It is her way.
I open my eyes to her face—
she knows nothing of personal space,
and then tentatively
so very, very gently
she places a paw on me
and watches intently.
Settling onto my chest
she purrs a motorcade
of content.
Photo was taken by Jo Curtain
Curiosity personified … and she could be my doggie Frankie’s twin .. 🐶🤗💛
Lovely fur- ball poem!
Jo is so well skilled for capturing a moment of her life, subliming it to joy of eternal jewel, decorating with own breath of carefully chosen magic words.
She affectionatly brings my attention to the world of the little yellow eyed Ninja, otherwise unnoticed in the bustling world of my own.
Thank you for sharing your rainbow-colored eyes.
Thank you for the beautiful comment Marumi
Yes! curious little beings make good companions 🙂