My Cat
My cat
Max,
has lots of hair
and
F A T
and time
to do nothing,
but sleep in the sun
and torment the dog
because he is
the Head of the house
and he finds it
fun.
But, of course,
I love him,
and
the weight of him
against me in the night
and
the sound
of his "motor running"
as the kids would say.
He brings such love
and warmth in those dark,
lonely hours.
Until...
without warning,
he leaps away.
If you were to
ask him why?
He would quite
simply
say,
"I was done"
Copyright © Kerrie Doyle | Year Posted 2006
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