It is National Poetry Day = And here you can read my contribution to the event - posted in memory of Kika,
KIKA
KIKA
Cat sprawled boneless
scarcely breathing warmth
in a heap of silken fur -
the merest twitch
of tail or whisker
betraying a mouse-filled dream.
Your caressing hand
creeps in to borrow
creeps in to borrow
some of that contentment
and its body lengthens
yielding a wanton belly.
You can lose all the tensions of a day
in the purr of a sleeping cat.
Great poem - love it!
ReplyDeleteThanks Robert - at least someone read it!
ReplyDeleteI love this, Lizy. It describes me and Mabel at this moment precisely :-)
ReplyDeleteThanks Ros. We lost Kika a few months ago after 14 years and we still miss her.
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