I am enjoying Rosie’s litter box.
Something I enjoy about summer is
Rosie’s litter box.
Winter is when my neighbors enjoy
Rosie’s litter box.
The difference is rubber bands.
Rubber bands are the difference between
summer and winter litter boxes.
Rubber bands are a connection
between summer and winter.
Rubber bands and cat poop are connected,
as far as summer and winter are concerned.
One good thing about summer is
that’s when I don’t notice the connection
between Rosie’s poop and rubber bands.
Summer is when I don’t notice that
Rosie’s poop is connected by rubber bands.
Rosie eats rubber bands.
Rosie doesn’t use her litter box in summer.
I am enjoying Rosie’s litter box;
which is great,
but where does she get the rubber bands?
Sept. 11, 2013
Tag Archives: cats
Must My Cat Be My Muse?
I often start a poem while reclining on my living room couch. The first lines sometimes sit down next to me, like a smart woman wearing a blouse with one unfastened button too many. My nosey cat, Rosie, understands that writing poetry shouldn’t be so easy. She doesn’t wear a blouse, but she understands a lot about buttons.
Rosie
Rosie, I’m trying to write!
While you examine my leg
with unmanicured nails,
and sound my heart with purrs,
you bother my hand with
your head hard as marriage
(yet, warm as your affairs).
I’m arguing with myself,
and fighting presbyopia.
Have what you want!
Must this be all I get:
a wrinkled impression
of the man on the moon
I see at the base of your tail?
G W Sisk
June 26, 2011