Sleepy Cat playing with a cord

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

Sleepy Cat resting on a fluffy comforter