The marbled cat sat in the hall
a baleful eye on a marbled ball.
Not even that could lighten his mood
so he wandered off to find some food,
which he sniffed and licked and sniffed some more,
then sloughed his claws on the kitchen door,
then arched his back and gave a stretch
and coughed and hacked a hair ball wretch,
then licked his *** and licked his paws,
wiped his ears then a long, still pause,
as though an idea had entered his head,
then wandered off to find a nice, soft bed
to rest his bones for an hour or two,
for life is tiresome when there’s nothing to do
but lick and eat and stretch and all that,
when you’re a pampered, lazy, marmalade cat.
Copyright © John Jones | Year Posted 2020
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