Cat is holding my book

My poems in his grasp

My attention sought

He won’t just ask

 

His paws reach far

Claws in or out?

My work doesn’t matter

He won’t care if I pout

 

Literary kitty

Sleeps on pen and books

Slaps at my words

Gives me a smirk

 

Wonder if he dreams

Of putting paper to pen

But he just sleeps on my book

In his world of Cat Zen

 

As he slashes my hand

Sleeps on my verse

I won’t take his comments

As something perverse

 

A cat’s poem is his life

Its his job to ignore

His mission is to play

His demeanor to be bored

 

My toughest critic

Will never be won

He will get in my way

And add to the fun