Alison Cassidy (6th August,1945 / Melbourne, Australia)
atop the breakfast table
spread-eagled in her favorite square of sun.
stand-offish by the door,
when strangers seek to pat her tortoiseshell.
a-snoozing on the couch,
her fierce white whiskers twitching in her dreams.
discretely on your lap
her purring motor soothes your grumpiness.
behind me on this chair
she’s taking up more than half my buttock space -
but I haven’t the heart to kick her off!
Alison Cassidy's Other Poems
- ! ! ! The Dead Leaf
- ! ! ! Trading on E-bay
- ! ! A Graceful Octogenarian
- ! ! A Guilty Secret
- ! ! A Practical Kind of Loving
- ! ! Aging with Grace?
- ! ! Alan's Alzheimers
- ! ! All Cheeks
- ! ! Dancing with Dylan
- ! ! Dirt Under the Fingernails
- ! ! Hand-fed
- ! ! It's the Tattered End of Autumn
- ! ! Just Gus
- ! ! Mother's Last Mothers Day
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