For one of my cats

If you have a pet you will know how much personality can be bundled into seemingly small beings.

This poem was inspired by my darling 5 year old Esme, a felonious feline and bringer of both joy and lizards.

A warm afternoon
She is stretched out
pretending
to sleep but
her eyes are half open.
A sigh as
she realises I know,
but I am happy
to keep her secret.

She of sharp mind
doesn't often come to
me for comfort,
Independence is her
middle name
so I take this moment
as treasure.

We are a team
of individuals,
I cannot do what she
does, nor muster
her poise.
And she needs me,
or at least my
opposable thumb.

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