Max and Casper
Cats spring lightly to the sill
Landing feet first, standing still,
Stalking leaves or birds in flight
Slinking thoughts of spider pie.
Fur legs stretched across the bed
Making mole roads beneath the spread,
Racing down the hardwood floors
Cutting corners on all fours.
Whiskers twitch, yawns unfurl,
Bask in sunlight, tails uncurl,
Motors run, lick their paws,
Cleaning up from morning chores.
Satin finish streamlined cats
Walk a tightrope parapet,
Fitting on the smallest ledge,
Resting on a short term nest.
Feline statues grace the room
With their postured bodies groomed,
Seem to wait for my return
Then act, not a bit concerned.
Copyright © Janet Kierys | Year Posted 2011
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