I Will Not Be Ruled
… by the whims
of a cat or cats,
stealing ham slices
scratching furniture
yowling, hissing
failing to cover poop
demanding dinner at five
batting at my hand
as I pen this poem
pawing at my head
when I want to stay abed.
Even though they pose,
gorgeous in calico
and gray-striped suits,
superior, enigmatic, purring
I will not be ruled.
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Good luck with that!
Be sure and tell us how that worked out for you. Brave poem, loved it.
love the part about the suits
methinks thou dost protest too much: sounds more like you are being ruled
modeling feline monarchy
I, too, am ruled by one in a lovely suit. She’s untouchable and reminds me of that every time I try to pet her. I suppose I’ll continue this life of human peasantry. She’s too cute not to.
Love this!
Lol– hope it goes well!
Love:
demanding dinner at five
batting at my hand
as I pen this poem