The Cat
Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem
That cat will lie on what you want or walk
Where you would go. He curls round and round
As if developing his om to mock
Your zen-less irritation. To confound
Your purposes before you even know
What you were wanting, he deploys his moves.
You come upon him and you must forego
What you had planned. His purring disapproves
Your selfishness. You hadn’t even thought
About his needs, now had you? You assumed
That you could run your life the way it ought
To be accomplished. Your desires were doomed.
But never mind. His comfort looks so sweet
You smile and leave him all tucked up and neat.
