poetry

Two Cats

Two cats share an old chair by the woodstove
An orange tabby and a calico
They stretch and bask, sometimes paws interwove
One wakes and grooms the other, licking slow

They eat their food together from a bowl
Or crouch together watching some poor bird
Sometimes they argue ’bout who gets the mole
Mostly they don’t care who gets the last word

Companions would be an inadequate
Description for this cat-relationship
So bonded in a way that’s not clearcut
Expressing joy wtih purr and lick and nip

They are true friends — someone with whom they can
Just be themselves without ulterior plan


This is my submission for the W3 prompt this week: write a sonnet on the theme of friendship.

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