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Jon Bowman Poem
A cat sat on my lap and I couldn't get up
Although I had to pee
And my knees were achy
As a cat relaxes, she gets heavier
and her bones melt away
In her sleep she twitches
Time was passing and I had an itch
It was getting dark and I was late
But still I had to wait
And she ran and ran through her dreams
Chasing small creatures above and below
Breathing faster in her sleep
I guess I can sit a while longer
When she stretches I will not linger
I will move at last but my foot is numb
Then a door slams and she leaps
Scratching my thighs without care
Off she goes to the food bowl
Why didn't I at first gently remove her
Now I think about punting her over
The fence though it passes
How can I stay mad at those deep blue eyes
Those white paws and fur like silk
Her wild and clever ways
Until the next time when my lap is her bed
And she runs and runs again
Through all of her many lives and too few days
Copyright © Jon Bowman | Year Posted 2020
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Jon Bowman Poem
I don't know outside
Having never been
The couch is my lair
Along with the bed
I sit on the sill
And stare at the scene
Feathered shapes
Flit around so fast
Are they real?
I can't tell there's no smell
So I guess not
I chase a red dot
That catches my eye
Then I eat and lie down
I sometimes sense more
But not sure what could be
My life goes on
I get my treats and
Wonderful scratches
Just where I need them
Copyright © Jon Bowman | Year Posted 2020
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Jon Bowman Poem
Nine lives my rear
Just one too short
Never again we say
Then a kitten appears
So tiny and playful
Lively lovely soft
Easy to deny the end
Again over again
We know the pain to be
But bond without fail
Sorting through the photos
Recall not the sad dying
But the joy of a life
Gifts of mice and warm laps
Laughing at (not with)
Earnest battles with shadows
Copyright © Jon Bowman | Year Posted 2020
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