My Cat Willow Poem by alex sarich

Sat the cat, name of Willow

On the mat? no, my pillow

tortoiseshell, always missing

Knows me well, though she's hissing

Loves the birds, prefer the mice

Divided thirds, or half-alive

Like toys played, when I arrive

Punish her, now that's absurd,

Cause a slur, she is savoured

Pamper her, feral feline

Household stir makes the headline

Special cat, our Willow

She is that, not a minnow.

AM Sarich

2011