Poem for Today

Cats

.

Looking across the room

I see, like Prima Donnas,

a variety of cats,

relaxed,

alert,

sleeping,

purring,

overhanging chairs,

regally reclining

on cushioned tables.

Cats washing cats

who are busy

washing cats.

Singularly beautiful,

almost decadent in their

resplendent individuality,

their eyes squeezed tight

in ecstatic slumber.

© 1978 Colin Gordon-Farleigh