76..
.
Spring brings freedom for us.
The growth of sunlight spurs hope
the
spurt of hope in the sunshine brings growth
spurring play.
.
77.
.
A
stray piece of tinsel
lays on the rug by my bed
while Cat is snuggled under the covers
exhausting
play.
.
78.
.
He watches the flicker
as
I move the mouse on-screen
but already having tried to bit it
he
just watches!
.
79.
.
He likes to curl behind
me
effectively holding me
He watches me with wounded dignity
“
Please don’t go, Mom! “
.
80..Three days till Thanksgiving
he
stays close to me each day
does frozen turkey have a tale-tell scent?
Or
does he guess?
.
81.
.
The third time I go out
he
loses patience with me
calling on the Universe to hear him:
a cat abused!
.
82.
.
His
meow softly calls
from a world of my concern
to join him in a rampage through jungle
where
Tigers stalk!
.
83.
.
His eyes look into mine
I
am humbled by his trust
moved into realm I can not see
Without a guide.
.
84.
As my friends dwindle down
My
Cat seems to fill the void
I have become that creature most pitied
Woman
and her cat!
.
85.
.
His antics make me laugh
His
needs maintain my schedule
He’s more aware when it’s time for my shot ?!?
Then
even I?
.
86.
.
I put a bow on him
It
lasts till he wakes up!
Such wounded dignity he then displayed
I HAD to laugh!
.
87.
.
Sometimes
he wants me
to be a Cat and come play,
awkward mortal that I am, feathered
sticks
stand in for me!
.
88.
.
As
the holidays near
I miss the brief summer’s sun
But when the weather
is nice I live him
So Cat loves rain!
.
89.
.
When
I have pets I find
I’m a bit better person.
Having someone depend on you gives
Life
an extra edge
.
90.
.
The
heat snuck up on me
the sunlight filtered through slats
revealed a small, white
mound of feline nestled
near my heart beats.
.
91.
.
Sometimes
he is a lamb
sometimes a tiger prowling
through jungles of lush imagination
that
transports me!
.
92.
.
Shiloh’s learning
patience
like me, he is growing old
but unlike me he’ll play when
the mood strikes
and draws me in!
.
93.
.
The
leaves pale and tremble
and the sunlight grows thinner,
Shiloh sleeps in ‘his’
chair beside my desk.
We both spin dreams.
.
94.
.
While
waiting for the rains
an introspection seizes
I stroke the soft, warm Cat curled
in my lap….
We wait together.
.
95.
.
We
both have our routines,
luckily they nicely mesh;
certain parts of the house he allots
me
are his at night.
.
96.
.
A
house without a cat
must envy that happy home.
everything but the backs of furniture
at such close range!
.
97.
.
Does
my Muse wear fur?
Why are my best books with pets?
Does a lonely heart so filled find
giving
a natural choice?
.
98.
.
The seasons change too fast
the
apartment reflects change
from cold to hot to cold he stays the same
keeping
me sane.
.
99
.
He’ll
sit in front of me
when wait for my foot to pass
allowing me the privilege of first
though
more agile.
.
100
.
Another year has ended
It
fled too fast like always;
each month filled with special delights I delight
in remembrance!
.
.
.
A.R. Koheen
