A Poet Never Sleeps

One day you will be faced with the impossible. When you become afraid, become inspired.

14 August 2011

Spazzz and Stella ( My Not-So-Little Cats)

Sleeping the day away,
A love without an end,
There in the morning ,
And then in the eve,
My cats are always here.

Stretching out in the sun,
And curling up in the cold,
Peeking out the window ,
To watch the birds fly by.

She wakes me in the morning ,
And crawls across my desk,
As she “helps” me with  my homework,
Always looking for attention.

Walking in a line,
with  an untold grace,
a watchful eye,
constantly investigation,
life as it moves on.

loving, playing, napping,
life for a cat is good.

1 comment:

  1. Your cats sound precious love the description of how Stella walks!!!!!