Poems-Paws For Thought

PAWS FOR THOUGHT

Kittens have such busy paws, very seldom still;
Skidding on a table top, along a window-sill
Poking all inquisitive down the easy chair
Feeling underneath the rug, sure there’s a treasure there.
Boxing shadows on the wall; chasing after leaves,
Patting moths when summer dusk her mystic pattern weaves.
Waiting underneath the hedge to hook unwary legs,
Fishing from their tidy box the plastic linen pegs.
Stretching up to touch your face, velvet soft to feel,
Flashing, swift as lightning, to needle claws of steel;
Creeping prone along the quilt to stalk imagined foe
Swooping with an instant pounce upon your moving toe.
Investigating thoroughly, every suspect scrap;
Fascinated by the magic of a dripping tap.
You’d think, at last, when fast asleep, those busy paws would rest,
But no, he chases dreamland prey with undiminished zest.
Isn’t it a shame when this enchanting wealth of fun
Suddenly becomes a cat, disowned by everyone.
Looking for a kitten? then please to think it through,
A cat, once owned is yours for good, his life depends on YOU.

-W.Gir-