by In All Our Years
“a poem by Eleonora”
A cat in the house takes your favorite chair
With paws folded under, he sits quite aware
Of talk and discussion of some squatter’s right
He closes his eyes and ignores human might.
His dainty demeanor is very blaze.
He makes no attempt to depart or make way!
But grins to himself and prepares for his nap
And winds up in comfort in somebody’s lap.