Cat has come to visit.
He sits on my lap.
He wants attention
and to help me write.
He is tired of being ignored
by two poet parents
and their sudden love affair
with their computers.
He shares a purr
involuntarily,
he doesn’t like to give them away.
He seeks warmth, closeness
adoration.
Until he doesn’t.
A lone bird sings
Outside the window
A soft warble
That catches his ear
He listens, his ears attentive
But he is too relaxed
for hot pursuit
right now.
Noisy neighbors and my aching leg
Disturb the moment.
He gets up, licks himself,
settles back down
next to me.
He will allow me a pet or two.
He will share another brief purr.
We contemplate each other.
I write the poem.
He falls asleep.
Love the way your poem captures the nature of cats.
These lines especially remind me of my own cat
“He will allow me a pet or two/He will share another brief purr/We contemplate each other”