It is a stretchy day
for the giant marmalade cat,
who has deigned to grace us with his presents.
His whiskers glint at a turn,
and in the blink of an eye
he coolly pads shady paws spots
over his textured patchwork blanket.
His lick is merciless to dullness.
His tongue has rasped away the grime
of gloomy wintery days,
and painted a tapestry of brightened, brush-stroked beams
over the hills and downs of his bed.
A blazing, laze-inducing gaze
causes lethargy and stupor
to many mouses outside their houses,
as they burn in amazed immobility.
Held in a scorching breath of parching nature,
They appear pleased that this marmalade cat's
sunny demeanor stays bright,
as his wilful tail flicks by and stirs up trivial tussles
that break into this heated argument
of an atmosphere.
There is relief felt then,
from the stifling, oppressive stillness
of a hot and sticky marmalade day,
as this tail breezes by.