Getting it Down

Here's a link to my you tube channel where I read my poetry. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jRhyjqbFrGI

My cat’s timing is
impeccable.
I’ve been slothful
with writing lately,
and the cats play
the antagonist.
I sit in my
favorite chair and
put some Vivaldi on.  
I’m determined to write.

As soon as I pick up
my notebook and pen,
the black one with
the white spot on
her neck jumps on  
my lap and bites at
the moving ink pen.

Her sister chases
imaginary bugs on
the coffee table, and
knocks over a slim
glass of water.
She runs away.

The newest edition to
my cat family is a
large tiger stripped
female that is
currently trying to
avoid the puddle, while
she bats at the
leaves of the fig tree.

I bet Bukowski
didn't have to
deal with this s**t.
On second thought,
he probably did.

Author's Note

My book, Seedy Town Blues Collected Poems is available on Amazon.com

Reviews

[John the Baptist]

I have two aging female cats, one of whom seems to enjoy jumping in my lap when I want to read or write. The look on her face announces "You may pet us now." Bukowski's reaction would have been to leave and go to a bar.

[Pryde Foltz]

Haha ... I have 2 cats myself. My tabby is very low maintenance as long as she gets night time cuddles. My black one ... I call the black menace ... oh she is trouble, but I suppose I love here all the more for it.

Loved the charm and relatability of this peice:)