Poem To a A Sleeping Cat

 You sleep here or there, on the couch or bed,

Wherever you wish to, lord of your home.

There is a strange peace in your quiet sleep

That comforts me and makes me want to smile,

Perhaps since you aren’t digging into me

With your claws, demanding my attention.

Though your meow will get my attention

Just as quickly when I am on the bed

And you jump up there, just to startle me

I sometimes think, but of course its your home.

You don’t pay any bills, mind you, just sleep

Like a cat does, with your secretive smile.

I know its there even when you do sleep;

That smug look: you can get my attention

And you know that you can cause me to smile

Just by the odd ways you sleep in my bed.

Even your greeting me into your home

-You know its yours - brings a smile out of me.

It’s not yours, even though you can make me

End up barely on the bed when I sleep

Or stalk the guests as if it was your home

And demand they give you their attention,

Or lie sleeping so I can’t make the bed

But sigh and awaken you with a smile.

Even when I’m sure you’re hiding a smile

Behind that cat arrogance you show me

I’m not going to shove you off the bed,

Just in case your claws decide to make my sleep

More interesting and your attention

Causes me to want to leave my own home.

Of course, that just proves to you it’s your home.

And you sleeping where you wish brings a smile

To my face. You can get our attention

-You have claws and teeth to prove that to me -

And, of course, since it’s where you like to sleep

Most often, you’re sure the bed is your bed.

Since it is your bed, this must me your home.

It’s the place you sleep, so its yours. I smile

When, sleeping on me, you want attention.