Checklist Morning
Owlish—
observant, ears pricked
& demure paws,
(which otherwise would spell death for an untimely fly)
4 sets of 4 on the floor;
they all judge my scooping.
Bucket to the next box
grated spoon secure
lest any litter be scattered
1 by 1 til all are done.
Approvingly, my little platoon scatters
for sunlit windows & warmth.
Just because you can’t see the strings
doesn’t mean you aren’t a puppet.
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deep scoops.
The world can never have too many cat poems! This one is great.
That couplet!!
Sweet slant sonnet–wonderful payoff after the hinge.
I do love that last couplet.
Universally deep.
love the rhyme in “1 by 1 til all are done.”
Like the use of numbers;
4 sets of 4 on the floor;
1 by 1 til all are done.
Favorite line:
my little platoon scatters
for sunlit windows & warmth.
Beautifully written! I loved the last couplet! Incredibly deep, very true. You never cease to amaze me with your work.