Cats

Inside the tight mind of a cat,
there is no room for this and that,
just mice and sleep and being petted,
and eating and not getting wetted.
All’s very crisp and clear and straight.
When night comes and it’s getting late,
a cat will stir, a cat will rise;
they’ve things to do, and in their eyes,
the house is good ground for the hunt.
A tail twitch at the back; in front,
coiled muscle and a focused stare.
And then, the pounce! Cats do not care
unduly if you wish to sleep,
they’ll wake you up from slumber deep.
Or, if they choose to sleep themselves,
and not to walk along your shelves,
they’ll curl up somewhere on your bed,
now at your feet, now at your head,
first circling round, and with their paws,
as if they kneaded bread, their claws
will knead your leg and knead your arm.
Cats do not mean you any harm;
it’s simply how they settle down.
So, do not greet them with a frown,
but pet them, scratch behind their ears,
and change their litter through the years.
Your cat will thank you with a bow.
You’ve not seen that? Well, don’t look now.