a smile at the corner of your mouse
on your face a mouth that smiles
in your head a mouse
wiggles waves and scampers miles
thinks your skull’s a house
string cheese is his guilty pleasure
stolen from your bites
puts it with his other treasure
secrets and delights
that is why at times a tickle
in your throat or nose
tells you that his path is fickle
as he comes and goes
you may say he isn’t really
anything at all
but his tale’s a peach a dilly
he will answer–call!
Cats are bloodthirsty and duplicitous. They will disembowel their played-with prey without a care, and five minutes later act the innocent in your lap, their purr-motor set to Lull. But you gotta love ’em.
My friend and fellow blogger Michel Lamontagne once praised my predacious-cat drawings, and so I hope he likes this one; it might not have happened but for his kindly comment.
The words:
Penelope June also answered to Peej
Uganda D. Mouser was fond of the bijou
Rough Justice was dealt twixt boudoir & foyer
Remains to be seen? Maybe so–not today
One with Clay, Image and Text 