PR-184
Quizzical Eyes, Inquiring As to Your Faith
Life is like a cat sometimes
In your lap perhaps spurred on or purred out
She jumps off preferring the couch
And with muzzle-snide paw-licking slaps
Asides that seem such a cruel
And pale wraith of former moments
With cat larynx spherical music
Which champagne had gone
To your head but then you wake
And she’s in your lap again
With quizzical eyes
Inquiring as to your faith
New PR-194
The Lap of Sweet Alicia
Certain cats I’m not
Naming any names
Don’t stash themselves in your lap
Out of love but rather
For the cheap Pavlov connection
Of that you feed them
My cat however Dahlia took two years
And her honied time to finally sleep by me
And still she never does laps
In the light of day
Except if it’s of course the lap of sweet
Alicia jusqu’a my Dahlia’s de rigueur
Adoring purring look with her
Snout just about an inch
From Alicia’s face
Alicia says no doubt out of tact
But betraying some pride in the fact:
“I am a cat whisperer”
New PR-173
Remembering Her Mother
Have you ever had your cat
Play kitten in your lap?
I mean larnyx active stuff:
Knead as kittens do their mother’s
Stomach? You need protection–
Some towel or such
But it’s worth it when
Your cat suspends disbelief
Remembering her mother