by December 30, 2012 0 comments

Kitty leaps in the dark,
scrabbles, spits,
crash of photo frames,
glasses, ashtrays
onto the bare floor.

No one has ever
bothered to tell kitty
she has excellent
night vision –
she’s resigned herself

to groping her
way through the dark,
whiskers fully extended,
sensing only her
soft feline regrets.

editors note:

Poor cats, not very smart, so easily embarassed. As someone said, “No forehead, no brains!” – mh

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