Revision of cat poem
I'm a revising fool.
The back of a comfy chair
near the front door
is my orange cat's throne
He lies there for hours
he sleeps, wakes
surveys the room
Passers by pay tribute
with ear scratches,
face rubs and gentle pats.
King of all he sees
the Xbox, a glass table
& a child's baseball bat
This morning leaving for work
I pay tribute, he rubs against my hand
purrs and then the little bastard sratches me.
1 comment:
Much better! Not that the first one wasn't okay, but this one flows better. Anyway, I never revise anything, so I'm admiring you right now anyway. I have one question: does your cat sit on top of the back of the chair or does he actually cling to the back of the chair with his claws, because that's the mental picture I'm getting.
So how did everyone enjoy the summer solstice yesterday? I slept for most of it.
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