לפני 12 שנים. 13 בינואר 2012 בשעה 21:42
Sent to me by a certain nefarious, evil, mean and rotten feline:
Cat (by Val Morehouse)
Grin stretched Cheshire wide
on the glass screen
of the fish bowl,
cat is furry sleep rolled upside-down
inside the first fresh
doughnut of sunlight.
Whisker sweeping
face crumbs
of dream away,
cat is the morning star
purring at the
earside of dawn.
Cat is the great feline
stalker in the wild veldt of
unblanketed toes.
What?
No mouse? Verrrrry
sorrrry...
For those of you who are fortunate enough to have met the cat of my heart, this poem should ring true in almost every whisper, word and nuance.
Love it. Love him. 😄