dropped under tables
scraps and crumbs from rich plates
– feed sparrows and mice
may you travel on safely
– don’t forget your pen
New Year approaches –
and waiting here I wonder
what will next year hold
‘Please get me out’, says little kitty
with tabby fur and face so pretty
‘I’m waiting for that special one
to fall in love and take me home.
Perhaps you will?’
‘Oh kitty dear, I wish I could
if I were able to I would.
But there is a lonely man I know
Who’d love to have a cat and so.
Perhaps he will.’
my cats sun themselves –
who would guess the comfort of
them kissing my face
small rodents as gifts
claws sharpened on the door mat
a small price to pay