Cats (In The Style Of Roseann V. Shawiak) Poem by Kim Barney

Strolling into the morning light,
stalking shadows carefully,
making sure not to get stepped on
by clumsy humans,
all other creatures of nature
bowing down as I walk by.

Catering to my senses, aroma of
frying fish fascinating my superior sense
of smell, air filling me breathlessly
and purely, my fur being
touched and caressed ever so
gently by passing breezes.

Wafting my way, sounds of mice being heard,
emotions rising, feeling their vibrations,
vividly taking me sailing throughout the neighborhood.

Being captivated by every sight being seen
as I stroll past the butcher shop where
the owner no longer allows me to enter
after the little incident with the lamb chops,
continuing on my way to my final destination,
back to the house that my humans think they own,
where, because they never know what I am thinking,
I will be welcomed warmly.