October 27, 2019Poem
She is a high-minded cat
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She is a high-minded cat
Licks the cream
With the tip of her tongue
Peeping from her mouth
In repose
A knowing smile
Fixed in place
On a haughty face
Her eyes all a flutter
With inside knowledge
Always greater
Than the old moggie
Half asleep on the sofa
She believes
She has the power
To run him to ground
Whenever she is ready
He is doleful
Lugubrious, boringly
Steady
She is soulful
Elegant outrageously leggy
And will walk rings
Around him
As easy as winking
She can do it for fun
Without even blinking