Simon strolled nonchalant through narrow hall
not a care did he reveal.
Occasionally venting his wild cat call
demanding his evening meal.
This Pixie-Bob was lean from head to toe
with extended pointed ears and padded paws.
He was every eligible female’s beau
even respected for his half-inch claws.
His large-round, almond-gold eyes
could stare a mouse to sleep.
His sleek body may seem oversize
when curled up in a heap.
Around his neck is a fluff of mane
thick- wiry but soft to touch.
On my chair back he does reign
when strutting gets to be too much.
He’s the cat’s meow no doubt
gentle is his nature, love his game.
He often takes time to spout
and proudly flaunt his ceaseless fame.
Copyright © 2010 By Caryl S. Muzzey
Eighth Place Winner ~ "Cat Tales” Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Constance La France
Jan. 16, 2010
This is about my Pixie-Bob Simon and describes him to a tee.
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