But Where Is The Purr? Poem by Patti Masterman

But Where Is The Purr?



Your shirt is curled up in the farthest corner:
A steel gray cloth house cat, napping furtively
Head tucked down towards legs, a perfect feline arc
Head tilted up, at a heavenward angle
Soft knitted fur; with a dogged shirt collar ear
Tip bent down, and a single button eye
A buttonhole impersonating the other squeezed-shut eye:
Too lazy to move an inch, just like a real cat-
No energy left over, for fear of intrepid dogs
Except for the single plastic eye that's keeping watch
Only this shirt cat awaits the washing machine
Then to be plucked from it's impromptu nest
Of belated laundry: the only missing piece
Was the purr.

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