A staring cat sits on my computer
With green eyes that speak it holds
Such a sway on my attention here
Thoughts sent to mind as motive unfolds.
It stares with a strong and steady gaze
In silence commands with a subtle look,
And relays slowly in its feline haze
It wants me to get up from my little nook.
Who is really in charge, sometimes I wonder-
Am I the real master or is it the cat?
I have to give in to its muted order
And take a recess from my online chat.
A little meow and affectionate purr
Is all that is needed for its beck and call-
I do the bidding of the staring cat here,
This human is weakened by a creature so small.
Copyright~~~Cynthia Buhain-Baello~~~07.07.13
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem