Cat Tale

Cat Tale ————————————————- Matt Cat sat…so Still, sat nobly Tall, statue strong… Except for his tail Smacking: swat-swat! At the guiltless floor, First to the right, then To the left. Repeat! .So striking was Matt’s Alert act, anticipating Any hint of motion in His surrounding void. Thus, Matt sat Of a silent, waiting Stance and Quickening heart… But, since he’d Flung off his purr; Sensed little to gain In an insufficient “Meee-ow!” or wail; There remained just His tail to bear The burden, and betray His slipping, usually Impassive peace. Matt Cat was bored… And Racing in place… Away! ————————————————— (c) 8/2021 sally young Eslinger Art and poem Thanks be to Godf