by Max

The Cat Wishes to Use the Pen

To write doubtless,

about the space under the rug where he keeps things and

the spot under the coffee table where he also keeps things

including himself, dreaming of jungle, he would like to

immortalize lurking unseen.

Unless he wants a drink in which case he will write

of the white porcelain tub where he sits demanding

a drink from the faucet. Or yowling through the house

until someone follows him to his dish to witness

the wonder of a feeding cat.

He would include a triumphant inventory of the

clawed furniture, the red leather chair, the sofa, the

good  Lazy Boy. The declawed cat broke lamps but he

is all about fabric, sweaters, wedding dresses,

comforters and of course the good Lazy Boy.

He would surely write about laying across a warm chest

with one paw extended purring happily. But there will be

no mention  of the small white dog who sniffs his butt,

let him write his own poem.