UNDER THE
BUSH
NEVER STOPPING
FOR A SIDEWAYS
GLANCE,
THERE’S NOT MUCH
CHANCE
OF A MEETING,
HE’S FAST
AT DUCKING
THE BIGGEST
BIRDS
THEY HIDE IN WAIT
AND MAKE HIM
SWEAT,
(HE WANTS THEIR
FEATHERS)
BUT DON’T FORGET
THE MINOR
CAUSES
OF MANY CATS
ARE BOUND TO
POUNCE
ON THIS
AND THAT,
SO SOMETIMES
(OFTEN)
I CALL HIM OUT
ON MY MORNING
GARDEN WALK,
I WHISPER
“BLACK KITTY”
AS I MEANDER
AROUND,
CHECKING OUT
THE GRASSES
AND WEEDS
THAT ABOUND,
AND OFTEN
IF NOT
HE IS PERCHED
THERE ABOVE
ON THE HIGEST
BRICK FENCE
AS MY AUDIENCE,
I SMILE TO
SEE HIM
FOR HE REMINDS ME
OF THE FELINES
BEFORE HIM
IN MY HISTORY,
YEARS AND YEARS
OF SLINKY GUYS
WERE MY VERY
HAPPY AND
SOULFUL PRIZE,
AND FINALLY WHEN
THE LAST ONE
VANISHED,
FLYING OFF TO
PAWSLAND
I DECIDED I WAS
THROUGH,
WAY TOO SAD
AND VERY BAD
WERE MEMORIES
OF DEVOTION,
STARTING WHEN
I LIVED ABOVE
THE PACIFIC OCEAN,
SO DURING
THOSE DAYS
I SAT IN THE SUN
STRETCHING OUT
FOR SOME
TANNING FUN,
LOTS OF THOSE
KITTIES
LIVED AT THE COVE,
UNDER THE
COTTAGES
OR IN THE SWEET
GROVES,
BUT THAT
WAS A WARM PLACE
WHERE SUNSHINE
DID LIVE
AND PARTIES
WERE JUST THE
RIGHT THING
TO GIVE…
NOW, IN MY
DANGEROUS
AND WILDEST
DREAMS
COMES THIS
CRAZY BLACK
KITTY
SECRET AND WITTY,
DOUSING MY HEART
WITH THE
QUIET APPROACH,
I KNOW THAT
HE LIKES ME
AND HIDES OUT
TO WAIT
SMILING AS ALWAYS
TO OPEN
THE GATE,
I’LL GIVE HIM
MY HEART
IN A SECOND SWEET
DREAM
IF ONLY HE
WOULD
JUST TASTE UP
THE CREAM,
INSTEAD OF
PAUSING
AND ALWAYS
CAUSING
THAT PANG OF
DELIGHT,
ON BLACK
KITTY
NIGHT!
©JW WINSLOW 2/1/2022