Poetry. About my Cat.

Cat Lying on my Chest

By Paul Klusman

My cat lying on my chest
Gets up from his place of rest
And wanders up by my head
Near the pillow on the bed

But nothing of interest he meets
Turns to my feet under sheets
But everything there’s a bore
Returns to my chest once more

Again at his resting place
I stare at his handsome face
In the dark before the morn
In the hour before sun is born

Then suddenly kitty's heart
Makes him stand up and depart
Hop gently down to the floor
And exit the bedroom door

What causes you quickly go?
What drives your heart to and fro?
Does it seek something to mend?
We all do my furry friend!

Do you seek light and beauty?
As any cat's solemn duty?
Do you seek wisdom and truth?
As many cats do forsooth

The clock shows time has passed
When will kitty return at last?
What quest to make him whole?
To the kitchen to visit his bowl?

And now up the stairs again
Approaches my little friend
Appears at the foot of the bed
And paws up to my head

What did you find do tell?
Then upon his breath I smell
The answer to all my quips
As kitty licks his lips

And pauses to wash his face
Then with easy simple grace
Now settles again to rest
Lying here upon my chest

From the first and now the last
With gravity holding us fast
As the minutes linger on
Together we greet the dawn