A Cat Named Meow

A poem about a feline that showed up on my doorstep

Uninvited guest Content in her aloofness Attitude in spades

Lack of house manners All the world her scratching post Combative sometimes

Jekyll-Hyde routine Poised to pounce any moment Always on the prowl

Name aptly chosen A living walkie talkie, Speaks up for herself

No qualms in making It known when her demands have Not been satisfied

Her royal highness A picky food connoisseur Extra gravy, please

Avid bird watcher Efficient mouse attacker Leaves macabre presents

Lives life on her terms Shameless curiosity Inquisitive mind

Crazy for catnip Comfortable anywhere Sprawls across my desk

Yin-yang observer Makes time to re-energize Snoring in my lap

Loves to chase light beams Early morning wake up calls Claws out, tail swishing

I guess she can stay She’s made a place for herself In my loving heart