some days I'm treated
to the greatest show on earth
watching my cat play
An Olympic cat
The balance beam, sprints measured
in rooms, not feet
On your mark, get set…
a crouch explodes into speed
room to room to room
Finish line in sight
across the line, breaking tape
a world class time
A marathon scratch???
walking cat rear, balance-walks
across the sofa back
A long jump across
from arm chair to bed mattress
what extension, form!
a rhythmic gymnast
a stretching leg, an arched back-
a judge's score here?
I can judge my cat
on ability and grace
and his love for me
but in one event
my cat wins a gold medal
is napping a sport?
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the alter ego
of a cat is their tail
a mind of it's own
I sit in my chair
cat rear on my left shoulder
cat head on my right
the teasing cat tail
flipping to an unheard beat
caressing my left ear
just a reminder
of the cat I own and the
mischief in his soul
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kitty poop is the
end of a meal, face wash and
well deserved nap.
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