Flopsy, Mopsy, and Forgotten Tail
Cats sleep all out. They have this genius. Flop
They go. It’s as if Mohammed Ali
Has knocked them loose and lifeless as a mop,
Or sent their souls to Allah’s heaven. “Gee,”
They seem to say, “I’ll just conk out right here,
My head ahangin’ from seats or ledges,
Front paws thrown up and forward in a blear
Of drowse, my back claws hanging off edges
Of chairs. Consciousness? God only knows where!
My nose and eyes crushed in a tiny space,
Or mouth and fangs (dang!) dangling in plain air.”
You’d think no one could be snug in that place.
..They sleep far deeper than a purrless log.
….They’ll even sleep sprawled out across a DAWG!