Tail coiled,
Tongue tip pink,
Miss Kitty tamely sits,
Slowly winking feline eyes
At squirrels and birds;
I don’t think she has an aim,
Merely mild desire,
Fixation on the Other.
I hate to spoil her game
And don’t say a word,
But my hands are soiled
And she’s in the sink.
©2020 John I. Blair, 9/20/2020
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