2nd Annual Poems About Pets Month

[Mark A Becker]

Merlin

You’re just a cat, and lord
of no country, yet you are a guardian
in the hall- a nocturnal magician
performing early a.m. sleight of paw.

Your eye beams scan each shadow,
and you slink up on any noisy window.
Committed to your secret plan, each corner
remains at your command.

Always ready to console, though you keep
your people under control, each one
plays the role you gave; you tolerate
those who behave.

You guide each hand with silent demand;
nudge your head for indulgent petting,
and firm scratching behind yours ears.
You measure time in naps, not years.