Nine lives to live, a tree’d cat mews;
I climb up high to rescue Boots,
the calico con artist
Cheshire smile peeking through
leaf clusters, hiding
protracted claws
awaiting hands
reaching out
to scratch
me.
24 Poems ~ 24 Hours
Nine lives to live, a tree’d cat mews;
I climb up high to rescue Boots,
the calico con artist
Cheshire smile peeking through
leaf clusters, hiding
protracted claws
awaiting hands
reaching out
to scratch
me.
Cats…. **sigh**
Relatable and a pleasant read. I especially loved the lines- “the calico con artist/ Cheshire smile peeking through”. Well written! ^^
Thank you!
I agree with Bhasha – I love cats and this was a fabulous nonet – my cat Rusty used to get caught in all kinds of tight messes and the same thing – his thank you was usually a scratch, and then a purr and cuddle later, when he settled after the stress…
Cat life…sigh.
Yeah…I can relate to this…My daughters and their cats get into all sorts of scrapes…And scratches are part of saving the feline…All in a day’s work!
Yep. Thanks for the comment!