Not enough cats
only three
only three
saw one at the shelter
A calico,
pretty,
but not the one.
Will I ever find the right one again?
These three are alright.
I love them.
They probably don't love me.
Not like she did
No soul connection
No deep knowing
They don't love me, yet.
Depend on for food, maybe.
Enjoy petting and play.
And the birdseed I scatter over the yard for birds
Hate being kept inside.
Don't have pristine litter boxes
I wish I dared let them outside.
But, after what happened...
These three fill my life with there antics,
their growls and spats
vying for the top shelf of the kitty condo.
purrs and rubs on the legs and sleeping on same
And wild eyed, you will not pick me up looks
crawling under the blanket to lie by my side
sleeping in the closet, the garage, the head of my bed
waking up with one on my chest
How did that happen?
Why didn't I wake?
Fur
Lot's of fur.
Fur all over the house.
On the carpet,
in the corners,
on the curtains where they pass through to look outside
in the dryer vent,
in the closet.
on my clothes,
up my nose
Fur
Would I have it any other way?
No, not in a million years.
No soul connection
No deep knowing
They don't love me, yet.
Depend on for food, maybe.
Enjoy petting and play.
And the birdseed I scatter over the yard for birds
Hate being kept inside.
Don't have pristine litter boxes
I wish I dared let them outside.
But, after what happened...
These three fill my life with there antics,
their growls and spats
vying for the top shelf of the kitty condo.
purrs and rubs on the legs and sleeping on same
And wild eyed, you will not pick me up looks
crawling under the blanket to lie by my side
sleeping in the closet, the garage, the head of my bed
waking up with one on my chest
How did that happen?
Why didn't I wake?
Fur
Lot's of fur.
Fur all over the house.
On the carpet,
in the corners,
on the curtains where they pass through to look outside
in the dryer vent,
in the closet.
on my clothes,
up my nose
Fur
Would I have it any other way?
No, not in a million years.
Elizabeth Munroz
January 2010
We all loved having you visit us over at our blog. Totally agree with your 'not enough cats'... bring them on..! Love Darcy and Bing. PS. Mrs H, wishes you to know that the icicle has infact pulled down the guttering and part of the roof tiles, s you warned (she now knows for next Winter to not bother with photos but get fixing!!) xxx
ReplyDeleteOh, so sorry the icicle pulled down the gutter. It was so beautiful though, wasn't it?
ReplyDeleteI so relate to this poem. And I wouldn't have it any other way either.
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