Cat Things Poem by Kewayne Wadley

How could I ever be mad at you.
You're a cat that does cat things.
With that cute little face.
One minute you crave love & affection.
The next you're off
on your own little mission.
Exploring bed side caves
Climbing the Mt. Everest of the tallest shelf I own.
Your tiny hands wild with anticipation,
Tingling down to your feet.
Applying yourself to the moment.
The rawest of liberation I've ever known.
If I ever moved your eyes
Would widen with curiosity.
If I ever looked behind me.
I know that you're not too far behind.
Shuffling your little tiny feet.
My living and breathing definition
of the best things that happen
often happen without plan.
Whenever I think that you're gone
you poke your head out just to let
me know that you're still there.
Most times when I wake up
I realize even more
That you're a cat that does cat things.
& I love you even more;
How peaceful everything becomes
When you lie there asleep.
It is in these moments
That I realize I needed you
More than you ever needed me