Once again our cat Zoe
has sprawled his persona
across the morning paper.
Being a large and hirsute beast,
His news coverage is absolute.
(and being a magnanimous feline soul,
Zoe often covers the bills as well) .
He looks so soft and quiet lying there,
but just try to sneak a jug of milk
from fridge to counter
without saucering a portion
for his Royal Grayness and you will
quickly learn who put the “me” in “Meow.”
So there he lies with his motor running
draped over the morning Sudoku,
chin extended to maximize delectation
of his servant's compliant stroking.
Ah Zoe, such trust and tranquility -
how perfectly soothing,
how irresistibly contagious!
The harmony of the universe
clad in a mantel of gray and white.
May, 2008
Very enjoyable. I'm sure all cat lovers can identify with and appreciate everything you attribute to this wonderful and beautiful cat.
Now this Zoe has found her way into her hearts effortlessly. Her 'me' in 'Meow' is indeed very cunning! Thanks for this wondefully phrased poem to a very clever motorized animal!
Robert, what a joy it is to meet a poem that thoroughly satisfies. Beautifully written, witty, compassionate, and pleasing to the ear and eye. I'm delighted to see Delilah's name below mine. As a long time critter-lover, and lover of words, I knew she'd enjoy it. Our friend Devon had a female cat called Julius. I must tell him about your Zoe with balls (although I suppose her pocket has been picked?) A thoroughly enchanting poem. love, Allie ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥
I love this poem, Robert....and I'm sure Zoe does, too.........you have printed a copy for him to laze and stretch upon, I trust.....ah, critter love.....delicious, and purrr-fect joy........no finer harmony......and that very same purr a healing art....! ! Take care and be well Love, D.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Just gorgeous Robert. I feel like picking him up (if I am strong enough) and giving him a hug (if he would allow it) . I love all your imagery and humor. It is indeed a poem of love and dedication. Karin Anderson