The Cat
The cat is the only one
who understands me
No ridiculous questions from him;
no judgment so far
Sleeps all the time,
therefore thinks nothing of my daytime naps
Very much on his terms wants to be petted,
more often wants to hide under the bed
So much like me
Freaks out when strangers come around;
likes to mess with those he knows
do not like him
Licks my hand and rubs on my legs
when he knows I’m down
But is not needy in return
His eyes are deep pools of understanding
and experience...
Good kitty.
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