for Super Guy
4 am, the favored time for felines in this house;
to dance a catty jig across my soft belly,
scale the cliff your side-sleeping body makes
as it juts, dark and warm, one shoulder
reaching towards the ceiling which,
if I squint my sleep-eyes just so, looks
quite like a February sky.
She slides—the cat who loves you most,
the one-eared gray
with a face like Mona Lisa—she slides
gracelessly into the valley where your neck
and shoulder meet, landing
with a small thump, and you half sigh,
breath paused as if considering,
in your dream state, the wisdom of rousing
to shoo away the one
who has attached herself to your heart,
whose paws and claws have daily
and nightly worn a path
through your resistance,
laying claim to the continent of your body,
staking out the exact place
where she anchors her nose to your neck.
This is the muted drama of our lives,
a home whose floors and walls have been
downright humbled by five
a house that swirls with fur,
No matter how hard I try,
I say to guests, but truly
I have given myself up to it—the wee hour wails
and squeaks and the sure way the littlest one
dashes under the bed at the slightest
nearing footstep, and the uninvited
company in the bathroom,
where sets of big eyes
green, golden, brown,
watch my ablutions
with what feels like bemused
tolerance with –perhaps – a side of love,
thought it might be anticipation too,
‘cuz it’s always
Mama!! I am hungry!!
Oh yeah….loving this….
Truth! We heartily endorse this poem, which paints such a vivid picture of daily lionish living. Crazy Paws awarded it a 4-Paw rating, and you got a swish from Fish!
Honor The Kitties!!!!
I absolutely LOVE this…! Always have thought that felines have something inside them that makes them almost “royal”. And a kitty hug is the best cure for almost anything.
Well done Melinda…
Thanks so much, Carol!