Trivial Purrsuits
by S. West
The cat and myself
in the garden today:
I in the shade
and she in the sun,
we both languid
on the cut plantain
and burdock.
Some bees flit in
and out of the roof
of the tool shed.
Dear Cat is old,
but still alert
to bee and fly
and moth and grass
stems tickling her nose.
All these flutters
that once were quarry
now merely entertain.
Is that how you see me?
S. West has been writing poetry for as long as she can remember. She finds that cats are superior subjects!
2 comments:
Wonderful poetry! There's something about old pets that makes us see ourselves. I love it.
Lovely poem. Very thoughtful.
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