My cat so statuesque,
He sits upon my desk,
And looks through the window,
At what, I’ll never know.
It must be intriguing,
His eyes they dance; they bring-
To him the wonder so,
The universe aglow!
If I disturb his fun,
And talk to him he'll run,
And talk to him he'll run,
My cat will search and find,
Another window kind,
So I will say, "Hello",
He'll look and then he'll go,
Continue his "cat scan"
So I will say, "Hello",
He'll look and then he'll go,
Continue his "cat scan"
From living room divan.
He gazes eyes so wide,
It is his private side,
To watch his cat T.V.
Without bothersome me.
Without bothersome me.
Peter Lowell Paulson
February 23, 2011
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