The Cat

She walks

her destination unknown

to no one but her

 

Selfishly she crawls

into my lap and

relentlessly pursues my hand

until I give in and

scratch her head until

she is satisfied

 

She sits

perched on the windowsill

staring

 

Her kisses hold not promises

of everlasting love and happiness

just gentle affection in a

silent session of reciprocation

 

She sleeps

curled by my feet

endlessly purring

Author's Note

Found in an old notebook

Reviews

[Joseph K.G]

It's a very good poem in my opinion, i can tell lots of thought has been put into this.
Nice one

[Brown Bull]

Hey, we have the same cat!