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
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I like this, have owned cats like this, known women like this. Nice
Thanks for visiting and the comment. She (the cat) has been living here for fourteen years now. 🙂