Feline Filler

Cat lights on the table, bling! Can opener growl to open a tin Tuna glide pounce for a troubadour sing Cat stretches full length A paw to each shoulder A nuzzle to my neck now bolder Soft blending purrs, caressing Soft, slow lane nestling Solicitous whimsical beauty Self advertising cutie Insular world of feline grace Meal ticket playful embrace, a no default risk Like a heart-felt smooch, brisk Best hope for survival in scents of sweet revival when a tin can squeal is a laurel of love to steal for a status high creature curled, contented in fishy food cuisine. Poem revised January 31, 2022