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Tired, mired from demands of the day
I shuffle to pillow and bed where I pray.
Peaceful stupor is what I desire
As stress and worry slowly expire
When something heavy upon my crown
Fusses and dances then settles down
a headache? a stroke? I’m alert and awake
what is this ruckus, this tremor this quake?
No sooner I ponder this mystery
When there’s a bouncing and scratching at my knee.
Still groggy, dazed and becoming quite grumpy
As my quiet refuge turns noisy and lumpy.
For my hollowed haven of last resort
is not a place to play and cavort
Unless deep sleep is not the aim
but instead a kindling of loves hot flame
In my ear is a purring and wheezing
A tail in my face and I can’t stop sneezing
It’s my wounded warrior, my one eyed Jack
“Pumpkin” rests at my head and back.
The weight and scratch upon my knees
Is “Winnie” forever tormented by fleas
Bought from a coven of Salem witches
And now is cursed by constant itches.
So gently I coo and pet each one
And wait till the itching and fussing is done
Then peace and stillness pervade the scene
And we all fall asleep perchance to dream
| This was written amazingly. It had fantastic imagery, it was light, was worded magnificently and flowed nicely. |
I'm not much a cat person myself, I like the colder blooded pets, but this piece reminded me of a playful cat that I once shared a house with.
Great write. ☺
Keep up the great work and I'll keep reading.
|| Posted on 2011-10-09 00:00:00 | by MinervaBlu | [ Reply to This ] || I loved this playful purfect piece! Animals are such personalities and I miss our cat, Maximus Mortimus Aurelius as he went missing on our country property - we say he's off to college!|
Great expression and thanks for sharing with smiles to share ;-)
|| Posted on 2011-10-09 00:00:00 | by Epiphany | [ Reply to This ] |