Who Runs This Home
Who Runs This Home
by Amy Swanson
You stare at me
warm topaz eyes
so serene
mysterious...
warm amber glow
soft ball of fur
you nestle down beside me
content
to be with me
asking only
to be scratched...
and to play with the pen I am using!
Stretching out lazily
and purring softly
you allow me the privilege
of petting soft amber fur
- while reaching yet again for my pen! -
(you don't give up easily!)
And now you've had enough;
hopping up to catch a pesky flea
then a bath
you take such care to groom
your sunshine colored fur
Just as suddenly
you walk away
casting a disdainful glance in my direction
tail fluffed and flouncing
to visit your food dish
We know who runs this home!
*wink*
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