Ode to a Cat
A blur of fur
Streaking past. Flash! Scamper!
Hit the wall, skidding on the hardwood floor.
Where's her ball?
Always good company
Always knowing when you're in need.
Sitting on the textbook.
All that can be read is "Pet Me".
Walking across the keys, sleeping
On top of the monitor.
Waking at 4am to eat. Peeling
Decals off windows, digging in the food bag.
Meowing incessantly in the playful morning hours.
A part of me I'm happy to be.