Two short poems I wrote today. I’m splitting them up into two separate posts because they are fairly different in style I think.
My cat. Dear cat.
What are you thinking of?
Do you ponder things of mischief?
Or how long it is ‘til lunch?
Do you remember your kitten days?
When you snuggled up to your mom
Do you remember those mournful days?
When you had no home at all
What do you think of me?
Am I merely the bringer of food?
Or do you think more fondly of me
When you lay close to me and snooze
How do you mark the passing of time?
The hours. The days.
Do you notice them at all?
Or is there some other reason why
You wait for me by the door.
My car, my dear cat
Though sometimes I’m nothing,
But a pillow to you
Your face makes you easy to love.
And sometimes I do think,
You love me too.