No poetry at all today, so here’s one I prepared earlier (last week in fact, same day as the Power Tools).
My cat listens.
She sits upright,
her paws just-so
her tail wrapped around
and looks me right in the eye.‘It’s okay’ I tell her,
‘Don’t worry,
I’m not talking to you!’Her eyes narrow.
Linda Rushby 27 April 2020
Perhaps she’s thinking:
‘Silly old bag.
Don’t you realise
I’m just a cat?’