03-22-2019, 04:21 PM
The Table Cat
Ginger's on the desk, curled
between our sound systems main speaker
and the wife's faux-leather handbag.
His tail-tip spasms and swings
like a horse hair fly swatter
but slower, felinely.
The rest of Tippitoe is corpse-like,
though there's a slight rise and fall
of a fat belly under marmalade fur.
Pink pads on his paws are slightly pinker
that the skin of a barbie doll
with claws like barbless fishing hooks.
My chair; scarred like a scratching post
is covered in an old coat, a light one
with a tattered hemline and slit wrists.
The closed eyes and flat head;
(it's pressed against the plastic)
belies his alertness,
When I lean over to look at him he opens
one bleary eye, I feel I'm being judged
like some irritating Jehovah's Witness.
Ginger's on the desk, curled
between our sound systems main speaker
and the wife's faux-leather handbag.
His tail-tip spasms and swings
like a horse hair fly swatter
but slower, felinely.
The rest of Tippitoe is corpse-like,
though there's a slight rise and fall
of a fat belly under marmalade fur.
Pink pads on his paws are slightly pinker
that the skin of a barbie doll
with claws like barbless fishing hooks.
My chair; scarred like a scratching post
is covered in an old coat, a light one
with a tattered hemline and slit wrists.
The closed eyes and flat head;
(it's pressed against the plastic)
belies his alertness,
When I lean over to look at him he opens
one bleary eye, I feel I'm being judged
like some irritating Jehovah's Witness.