Sleepy Cat -- In Memory

This is a repost of a poem I wrote in 2002 about a friend’s cat.

Sleepy Cat

Small of foot
Black and white
Queen of cats
Your throne is my lap
My pillow
My bed
The blanket upon the back of the recliner

Your name
A gift from strangers
Is truer still
Since a lazy Sunday
Can be spent with you
Never leaving the warmth of my body

Impeccably groomed
Capriciously feline
Wary of your domain
Quick with hiss, swipe, or bite
To whatever you dislike
Still you find a spot
To curl and cozy
In some nook created by my limbs

My thoughts can never be grey
With you sleeping and serene
A fitting goddess for my altar
Where I sacrifice the day

Posted by Jonathan at 05:20 PM, 24 October 2008 | Comments (0)