My Cat

Sometimes, I’m just sitting around the house, and poetry leaps into my mind. Whenever that happens, I try to jot it down, because you never know. Perhaps rather than a YA/MG author, I’m actually a poet. It could happen.

And so, it is with deep pride, that I present to you—my new poem:

My Cat

I love you, my feline

My darling, my cat

It’s nice how your paws

Knead my belly like that

I wish I could feed you

Twelve cans per day

But I’m scared to because

Of how much you might weigh

Plus, also I’ve noticed

That sometimes you barf

And it gets on my couch

And my rug and my scarf

But despite all the messes

And hairballs that splat

I love you, my feline

My darling, my cat