Kind To Cats Poem by shimon weinroth

so much depends on
humane and sane
the former is easier
to agree upon,

in our garden there are
seven cats and kittens
of green and blueeyes,
beseech whenever I do pass

scurrying and meowing
for food and morsels
anything will do
and more food too

brushing up against my leg
with hind parts
curlinging their tails to caress
kneeling before the food god,

somewhere in the world someone,
my lady has no problem feeding the cats
it was she who adopted them
I explain it away by saying
it is her maternal instincts

she is a better person than i
has taught me to look upon them
as part of the plan,
this too she refutes,

it is not hormones or divine plans
she just feels good
doing what she does