Thursday, 3 October 2013

A Cat Among the Plums

A ‘phone call from a theatre friend
A luncheon date – when could I come?
An hour or two I love to spend
Eating and chatting in the sun.

October warmth, the door ajar
In comes a fluffy-toffee cat
Imperious, every inch a star
At two months she’s got us off pat.

While we are busy heating soup
And thus distracted, she strides forth
Like a fox who eyes a chicken coop
Her compass always facing North.

Amazed, bemused, we see her strut
Into the fruit bowl her paw comes
Not a cat among the pigeons but
A cat among the plums!

(c) Poet in the woods 2013


1 comment:

  1. Nice. :-) My cat loved it. ;-)

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