Cat Contentment
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The cat begins his yawn by curling out
His pinkest tongue tip as his lips begin
To part. His faith in comfort is devout.
Disturbing his furred sleepiness is sin.
At least that seems to be the message of
His silent tongue which furls up towards God.
This cat despises all that is not love
Of he himself. To him all else is odd
In all religions. He wants Sabbath rest
All seven days and seven nights. His yawn
Distracts us from his whiskers that are blessed
With curving also. Then his tongue’s withdrawn.
He settles back to sleep on lap and thigh.
He lets his nose release a comfy sigh.
~ Phillip Whidden