adventures in dysthymia

Tuesday, May 20, 2008

KITTY HEAVEN

My cat has gone to Kitty Heaven,
Where all the mice are fat and slow,
And naps are never interrupted,
And shaded catnip gardens grow;

Where people stop to scratch your ears
Just long enough, not a moment more,
And never forget to buy a treat
Or toy when they go to the store.

My cat has gone to Kitty Heaven,
Where the moon is full each night,
And the Toms are handsome and virile
But not at all inclined to fight.

And she'll forget the fleas and dogs,
All the turmoil, all the strife;
All but the touch of a soothing hand
In dreams of a long distant life.

Stephen Brooke ©2008

Not exactly great poetry but the thought presented itself to me so I ran with it.

1 comment:

bint battuta said...

Cute! I'm sorry to hear about Lisa.