Mandycat
9-slice Cat Life
She’s in the soft spot,
fur curled around tail,
purr open, eyes closed.
Cat on a cushion, cushion on the floor.
Feline’s on a mission to make my heart adore.
Rock-a-bye Mandy
fur full purr warm in my arms,
heart handy pure charm.
I tell her, “We are your humans.
You are our cat.
Ye, she, me, we are family.”
She sits, regal, imperious,
why ancient Egypt worshiped cats,
diviner grace, majestic indifference.
Our Mandycat no
mendicant, rather Queen Cat,
tells us what to do.
She’s agenda cat,
knows what she wants and that’s that.
I tell her wait, your request is in the queue.
She says queue you.
She teaches fast curve
ratio of blood slash per purr,
her body her her.
The Kathy kitten and the kitty cat
both know whereof they’re at
sometime here, sometime that.
— Smith, 12.29.2013
Queen Mandy – fotosmith