The Cat Comes & Does His Cat Things - Poem by Dónall Dempsey
I thank him for that.
I stroke his fur & he purrs.
He stretches & stretches his stretches.
He vainly attempts to knead my belly into
some sort of shape
that a cat can take a nap in.
But my belly fat defeats him.
He gives in & naps on my lap.
He turns over like a motor
like a sleep & purr generator.
After an hour he deigns to wake
& with a smikr on his face
allows me to feed him.
I'm grateful to my cat for being
whatever & whenever
the mood takes him.
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