Poetry. About my cat alarm clock.

Snooze Button on a Cat*

By Paul Klusman

Why for art thou still in bed?

It's half past meow o'clock!
The sun is up my bowl is empty,
Into your room I stalk.

And walk upon you placing paws
With the help of gravity,
Pressing painful in a spot,
Sounding a mournful plea.

No inside voice calm and soft
But rather urgent cry,
Inches away from your ear,

The time to rise is nigh!

You shall not hide from light
That breaks upon this place.
You shall not miss my booty
So proudly in your face.

You shall not calm with cuddles,
There is no time for that!
No such thing as ever was
A snooze button on a cat.

          

*With a fond hat tip to Kendra U.