soft whisker kisses
and delicate snuffling
on my nose, eyes, lips
with faint, most intimate
vigorous edge and corner
rubbing on bedside table
and pile of books that slithers
to the floor with muted
deliberate stroll along headboard
to select, with care, which items
will be batted onto my head
and which will be sent
soft thump as the bed is abandoned:
final stage has been triggered
silence long enough for me to drift
back to sleep, then unnaturally loud
sounds of moist mastication
and plastic, followed by
I am up
5 thoughts on "Alarm cat"
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Yes! This is every morning of my life! Your descriptions are fabulous.
This is SO on-point! I have a dog and it’s almost the same. This poem is perfect. <3
Not being a cat person, I can see that the voice here is understanding instead of angry…
Thanks for reading, everyone, and for the lovely comments!
mtpoet: it’s more resignation than anything… 😉
Lovely. So true, you captured “cat” very well. Every writer needs a good cat, they’re endless sources of great material.
I love the sense of a “master plan” under it all.