Ceenoa

I am a cat, I sleep, I eat
my day is full of this and that
I stretch and yawn
sleep on the lawn
my life is so exhausting.

The woman leaves and then returns
I really wish that she would learn
that when I meow “please feed me now”
I do not want to hear her growl
“it’s not teatime yet, you silly cat”.

I’m not sure how she can ignore
my fluffy face pressed to the door
my polite, quiet, patient asking
which successfully is masking
my voracious need for food.

Eventually she feeds me
my pathetic dab of tea
I’d like to see her live on this
It’s not enough to fill my dish
my reward for being meek.

 I stroll slowly round the garden
stalk the other cat and then
after such a long traumatic day
I curl up tightly in the doorway
to have a little nap.

© ceenoa