poetry by j matthew waters

Woman of the House

The cat roams the house
like it owns the place
talking to humans only
when hungry or wanting
a door open

She can be found
where the sun shines
like on a window sill
or in complete darkness
like a closet
depending upon her mood

She makes few friends
and is absolutely in love
with the woman of the house
which is sometimes her

Even now I’m not sure
why I ever give her
the time of day
or her very own poem

january two thousand twelve
copyright j matthew waters
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2 thoughts on “Woman of the House

  1. I like this, have owned cats like this, known women like this. Nice

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