by Kristine Briese
Like an ink stain,
she spreads herself
my denim lap, and
looks up at me with
She blinks once, slowly,
before settling her
silken head between
her ebony paws.
Ever the obedient pet,
I sit perfectly still,
keeping my muscles relaxed
to make the softest bed.
But the ringing phone
lies just beyond my reach,
and my stretching
is thoroughly annoying.
She glares up at me
for a chastising moment,
then pours herself
onto the floor to
search for a sunlit window.
Posted on 06/07/2002
Copyright © 2022 Kristine Briese
|Member Comments on this Poem|
|Posted by Charles J Hannan on 10/30/02 at 04:34 PM|
Cats are cool!...excellent read..MUAHS
|Posted by Rusty C Arquette on 12/22/02 at 04:10 AM|
I am owned by a cat...haughty little nymph...she too has me wrapped around her paws...we humans are so pitiful! - The words truly convey the feline experience in mood and motion - Very Nice - Meow! RCat
|Posted by Laura Doom on 06/06/07 at 09:52 PM|
A scenario entirely foreign to me - I get the clawed feet arousal and goodnight hiss...well, I guess he's got enough on his plate.
|Posted by George Hoerner on 12/17/08 at 02:54 PM|
And we think we rule the world. Tell us the truth my pet.
|Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 04/05/17 at 09:57 PM|
Love how this fluid cat rules. Congrats on POTD!
|Posted by Rob Littler on 04/06/17 at 04:54 AM|
YOUs da interruptusorator, me thinks. Stretcher of more than truth. Meow!