There is a cat on my lap

He won’t budge

So my fingers must navigate keyboard keys

Sideways

He is impervious to poetry

He knows his presence

His comfort

Are most important of all

He has a bad boop on his head

And stickers that must be pulled

He puts his head down on the arm

Trying to sleep while I clack away

A sound he cannot control

He is impervious to poetry

But not the inconvenience

It creates

His self-centered existence

The comfort of a warm lap

Disturbed

By floating words from sideways fingers

On a laptop invading his space