The Cat

Through the wooden lattice
On top of a Mat
On an old creaking rocking chair
Curled up is a cat.

Purring in the morning sun
His head on his paws
Birds chirp from the garden
Head down he snores.

The carefree cat is soon awoken
He jumps off his chair
An elderly lady comes to sit
The cat gives her a glare.

Briskly trotting to the door
He runs out on the grass
Laying down on his back
In the sun he basks.

Prancing through the flower bed
He sniffs at a snail
Confused he tilts his shiny head
But starts chasing his tail.

Chasing birds and butterflies
As cats often do
Although he never catches one
Hes still in a good mood.

Soon the cat is tired he needs a good nap
And the ladies gone away
The cat runs up the stairs two at a time
Hes finished his play

Leaping with grace up onto the chair
Lying down once more
Stretches his legs then curls up again
Letting out a big yawn.

Through the wooden lattice
On top of a mat
On an old creaking rocking chair
Curled up is a cat.

(this poem was inspired by my darling kitty, Mirko.)