The good, the bad and the brush off (Day 22)

Looking up from my plate

After finishing my tea

While hearing your pots

Crash like cars beeping

In the distance

I see the ghost of your

Little cat’s smile.

I see her eyes move

Up and down

In a sudden interest

As she follows my hands

Then my head

As I stood up.

I see her nose twitch

In the air

Like a bloodhound

Assisting Sherlock Holmes

Hunting the hound

Of the Baskerville.

I see her nose sniff

Like Lassie in hunt

For treasure

Before then been

Taken over by Black Beauty

Running wildly

Over the hills.

I see her nose

Twitch like Skippy

As she threatened

To start hopping

All over the place

Before stretching her

Paws towards my food

Like a Cheetach

From the Tarzan films.

She reached over

With giant paws

Moving slowly

And quietly

To get to my plate

Before I realised.

She reached over

Like a silent cheetah

Mixed with a Chameleon

Moving slowly

Slowly

Slowly

Slowly

Across the side of the chair

Then the edge of the couch

Like she was crossing

The savannah

Slowly

Slowly

Slowly

Only to find I ate all of my tea

But I gave her something extra

Anyhow.

(Day 22 of NaPoWriMo asked for a poem about a plant.

However as I was out, I mis-read it as about a animal and wrote another

poem about my partner's younger cat who was very keen to get

at my Cheese and Onion Sandwich the other night)