I am submitting
To the blandishments
Of Sister Darling, of
The Rarefied Church of the World (reformed),
Because she is a woman of God.
(Though her take on the teachings of the Lord,
Do have a belligerent slant).
And,
She can play me like a fiddle.
So, at her suggestion,
I let her make, for Paw, my Cat/kitten,
Black as the night
With one white mitten,
A winter suit,
For days like today,
With wild winds cold
As an iceberg,
And snow enough to
Bury any cat.
She has knitted him a body suit,
And four booties,
Coloured blue, so we
Won’t lose him in the snow.
Paw is none too happy
Being press-ganged into this gear.
Nor does the chore,
Fill me with cheer.
But out she tosses him
Into a drift.
Two other days he protests,
But this morning, he is calm as a clam,
And stays out for hours.
I’m The Lighthouse Poet Laureate of Partridge Island /1821 – 2024 / A lot of stuff have I seen / A lot of stuff to report}
DE BA. UEL
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