by Glenn Currier
Did you ever notice
how a cat inhabits a space?
The way her body conforms perfectly
to the contours of a couch or lap,
soaks up the coolness of the tile,
faces in the perfect direction
to avoid the gusts of the fan
but not too far from your hand.
Basks on the windowsill
in just the right space
to exploit the angle of the sun.
Stands purring in the precise spot
for the stroke of your dangling hand.
Curls, napping in a box
almost too small for her body.
Ah, to find such joy and comfort
just being in the present space!
Posted on 10/06/2003
Copyright © 2021 Glenn Currier
|Member Comments on this Poem|
|Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 10/06/03 at 04:20 PM|
Mmmeeeyesss!!! Excellent observation piece Glenn...and so true!!
|Posted by Anne Engelen on 10/06/03 at 05:49 PM|
and how they become so important to us...and we so attached to them...how they communicate with their eyes only...lovely they are! And so is this piece :)
|Posted by Kate Demeree on 10/10/03 at 01:22 PM|
*soft smile*... yes I had noticed, also that at the precise moment you are in need of comforting, they manage to reach out a paw and gently touch you in return. I love this piece Glenn!
|Posted by Vimal Rony on 10/13/03 at 10:16 PM|
Wrapped in profoudness!Great write,Glenn.
|Posted by Charles E Minshall on 10/16/03 at 06:15 AM|
This poem is the cats pajamas Glenn....Charlie