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There He Sits

There he sits
all stripes and eagerness.
White paws kneading my arm as I write.
He's chewing on the tip of my pen.
Misdirecting the sentences
so that they
slide
up and down
the page.
Is
this cat
loving and affectionate,
eyes blinking at me seductively
or
is he merely
utilizing
feline hypnosis instead?
I believe
my energy is being
redirected--
ah,
a crisis in the kitchen.
Yes,
a vague image is
becoming much clearer...
of an
empty cat dish
forming in my head.


Copyright 2008-2009
Meloo/Melissa A. Howells
This one is for me, very personal, no matter how simple it may seem to the reader.





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