4.12.13

Today's color prompt was fawn, so here's my "fawn" boy:

My poem is dedicated to the kitteh pictured.  He's two years old, which is mid-twenties in cat years (in case you're wondering after reading the poem...no, he's not 24).  Also, it helps to understand my hypothesis:  if reincarnation does exist, then those that have reached true enlightenment are permitted to come back as pampered housecats, with the charge of guiding/gently mocking the rest of us!

Conversation

You there—wake up. 

We need to discuss a few things.

It’s about time you start

pulling your weight around here.

What gives you the right

to stay in bed all day—or if not in bed,

lounging in the pink recliner,  staring

out the window—or, more likely, at the back

of your eyelids?  You’re a disgrace

to productive creatures everywhere.

You lie around all day—but if you want food

at four in the morning, oh, THEN you’re all motivation!

THEN you have more get-up-and-go than

you know what to do with!

You’re 24 years old—and what have you accomplished?

All you care about is food

and your hair.  The amount of time

you spend grooming yourself each day

is truly ridiculous.  It’s fine:  it’s silky, it’s fluffy—

get over yourself.  It’s not like you’ve got

a  hot date tonight, or any night.  Oh, you’re good

with the kids—I’ll give you that.  With them,

you have the patience of a saint.   I can never read

what you’re truly thinking—that Zen half-smile

never leaves your face,

like you’ve seen it all,done it all,

been there and back twelve times, old hat, “better-than-you”

all wrapped up in the corners of your mouth.

You just think you know everything, don’t you?

But then again—

I suppose you probably do.