by describer one

Created on: August 13, 2009

Sitting


Here sitting in my chair,
Looking over at the cat,
Laying, sleeping in excess hair,
White tufts studding the black.

Curled in a half-ball, tail covering paws,
She raises a lid occasionally to check
On me, make sure of no sudden moves.
She knows me pretty well by now.

Attempting a poem, I scrounge for inspiration,
Comb my imagination, remember infatuations,
My desperate, blank mind stretching here and there,
Traveling near and far, reaching everywhere.

Next to me, quite comfy on her chair
Dozes a big bundle of natural
Information and entertainment.
Looking so cute and vulnerable...

Aha! I'll write about the cat.

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