4th April, '09
There he is all paws and claws,
all purrs and romps to fill my day,
biting and scratching the dullness out of life,
as playful as a kitten, like they say.
My body becomes his vast playground,
to climb and scratch and bite at will,
but when he takes his little cat naps,
time just comes to a standstill.
My days are spanned with beady eyes,
a swishing tail and gentle mews,
curtains moving of their own accord,
every move the start of a ruse.
It's an illusion, this ownership,
do you need me, or do I need you?
My little friend, from out of nowhere,
my little cottony bolt from the blue.
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