Monday, February 8, 2010
Jentel, Day 23
Yes, I know you're only here for a month.
And I've seen you every day at the door.
I squawk when you're carrying a cup,
because it's milk for me, I'm sure.
Yes, I know I'm forbidden to come in.
But the snow outside will cover my prints.
And if I should fall asleep in your chair,
it'd be enough to melt a heart of flint.
Yes, I know you sometimes stare at me
instead of trying to write your stupid book.
But when I purr and stretch and curl up,
how can anyone resist my pathetic look?
I've been here longer than anyone can recall.
Waiting patiently outside the front door.
I know you'll be leaving in just a few days,
But I'll make you come back soon for more.
And to think Mark Strand once gave me a C! Big smothering snowflakes falling tonight.
If there's anything worse than doggerel, it's "cat"terel. Ugh. Forgive me: it's late, and I just watched a hideous Syfy horror movie with Antonio Sabato, Jr. I know it's not an excuse, but it should at least be a mitigating circumstance.