Hello everyone! Today we have a cat poem! I have a couple of tabbers myself. Hope you enjoy!
Tabby Tales
Poem
The watcher he is and his
eyes miss nothing from his perch.
Everything has its place
around him. Anything that goes a miss is investigated.
If you could understand
his language he would tell you tales of things in the tall grass that you and I
have never seen.
His sharp hearing has
heard things from far and near that would sound so strange that we would
wonder.
To look at him he
questions none of it as he accepts what is there and perhaps we would not. He
cares not as he goes about his watching and observing.
One time he had
disappeared for three days and we worried until the day he sauntered in through
the front door without a care nor a nod for either of us.
That was his way.
The only thing we noticed
was a small nick out of his left ear. Did he scratch his ear on something or
did he have an encounter with something?
He hopped up on his cat
stand and started to wash up. Every once in a while he would stop and look out
the window as if he was checking on something.
Maybe the encounter?
Did it follow him back?
His words will not tell
us but as he curls up to nap, he turns his back on the outside world and just
lets the sun touch him.
No comments:
Post a Comment